If you’ve been here for a while, you know that reality TV is a guilty pleasure in my life. If the TV is on when I’m home, which is actually very rare since I’d much rather read, you will usually catch an episode of Real Housewives of (insert city) playing in the background (much to Bryan’s chagrin). When I heard about a show called Married at First Sight I was instantly sold.
It’s basically like watching a science experiment unfold each week. Follow the lives of three women and three men; watch as they participate in all kinds of testing to find out behavioral traits, lifestyle differentiators, and the types of people they would find themselves attracted to. Introduce them to their spouses… at the altar and have them say “I Do.”
Over the next few months, stick cameras in their faces and watch them develop feelings for one another (or not), be a spectator for their first fight, see how they navigate the waters of life post honeymoon, and ultimately, find out if they want to stay married at the end of the experiment.
Believe it or not, this show has had a pretty high success rate, since two of the three couples from the first season are still together. Considering that married couples have a 50% survival rate, it makes sense to me that someone would want to put his or her fate in the hands of sex/dating/compatibility experts.
I remember the very first time I was asked to be a bridesmaid. I was in my very early 20s and my best friend had met the man she was going to marry. She had just returned from a trip to Oklahoma to meet (for the first time) someone her parents had arranged for her after researching his family, church life, and friends. More than 10 years and two children later, my best friend is still very much going strong with her spouse.
How is that even possible?
It was hard for me to fathom on her wedding day when her pastor told the congregation that he had waited a long, long, long time for her to meet her mate (insert eye roll, because I knew she was far too young to ever be considered an old maid). But I understood intrinsically that this was a cultural thing—and it was something that was extremely sacred to her community. She didn’t take her vows lightly and neither did her husband. And though it took me some time to warm up to the idea, in the end, it didn’t matter what I thought; what mattered the most was my friend’s happiness.
There has never been any indication that she is anything but happy in her relationship and in her life.
So, what about you, dear readers? Do you think you could ever trust a panel of so-called experts (or heck, even your parents) to set you up with your spouse? Weigh in below!