“The Millionaire Matchmaker”…

It sometimes ends up playing in the background as I do something else in the living room. For those not familiar with the not so intellectual tv show, the host arranges mixer parties for poor millionaires who are lacking a better half.

During the mixer, the millionaires choose 2 people they want to go on a mini date with. After the mini dates, the millionaires choose one of the 2 to go on the big final date, and find out if they have found true love, you know, the kind that make your toes curl up, and gives you butterflies…

I don’t mind the show itself. Even millionaires are allowed to seek love, even though this show looks like a big farce. But there is one detail that I just can’t get over…

The big, final date is called the “master date”.

I wonder, in 8 years, is it really possible that nobody stopped, at least once, to say; “hey guys… Master date, that sounds awkward, don’t you think?”

I do, every time I watch it. I don’t think my thoughts are any naughtier than the average… Maybe I am wrong? Anyway, I am pretty sure I am not the only one who makes the link with self pleasuring!

Master date… Really?