Finding a Show

First, 90210 became my best friend, my jeans that fit just right, and my smokin’ blue-eyed, shaggy chocolate-brown haired McDreamy. Then, it was Friends and NYPD Blue. Soon after, Greys became the perfect rebound and Law & Order always has held a special place in my heart.

Then, life got busy. Tennis replaced Greys and working late replaced 6 o’clock Law & Order reruns. Today, I find myself in quite the predicament.

I have no show.

As part of my detox from reality, I’m determined to find a new show so I can carry on fake conversations about the fake connection I have with individuals I will clearly never call my friend. After two hours of brain cell sucking tv, I find myself only recalling details of one show, Dating in the Dark. How I Met Your Mother and Rules of Engagement clearly did not stimulate my right or left brain.

Unfortunately, the ending of Dating in the Dark was such a downer I could never call it my show. After several dates in the dark, one of the ladies walked away because the guy tried to kiss her, the other walked away because the guy was 3 inches shorter than her. So, what you’re confirming for me is that my assumptions about people really are true.  It’s ok for people to judge each other on looks and real connections and shared commonalities really do not mean much at the end of the day.

Got it. Today we salute you for teaching us all America really is an amazingly shallow place.

Stay tuned for my review of Tuesday’s shows. No promises, however. If I have to watch another show like Dating in the Dark, I’m sure to end up purging in the bathroom, running from Dewey to Georgetown, or most likely at the Starboard.