Blind Date

In the literal mist here in Alaska, there is one thing that seems so sure. The rain makes it seem like a cold, droning, opening to an old investigator scene. With a man at a diner. And a gunshot in the distance.

However, in Anchorage, I feel the love all around me. And do you know what got me thinking so deeply about all this? (no...well, yeah, but...) no shit Blind Date.

There are several things interesting about the reason why I was watching Blind Date on a Friday night, but this is the reason I decided to write about:

Love.

All you need is love. (I thought from a marketing point of view.)

Taking a concept such as love in its purest form? What feels any more than love?

I actually thought Blind Date was a great show. The two dates I watched were different. One was a white couple in L.A. and the other was a black couple in L.A. The host was my friend, B.D.C. But he doesn't know it yet.

Anyway, that doesn't matter.

What matters is that these people are real. ? .

If you strip down the fact that it's an uncomfortable situation, and watch them as humans, it at least appears that they are sincere. And honestly, if they aren't... that doesn't really matter! What matters here, is that we share this love.

What is love made of? Honesty, some could say.

The bases of this show is people who are at least trying to be sincere. ? .

There are two types of people who go on this show:

1: they really think this will lead them to love, or
2: they get on T.V. to make an ass out of themselves.

People are sick of asses on television reality shows. People watch reality shows because they are supposed to be about real people.

This show allows each date to make a choice every time. It forces two people to have to spend almost 24 hours together, not ever meeting one another. It forces them to be "real" or "play the game."

Is it the same thing? Isn't in a way, playing the game is just being real? Or is staying real always playing the game?

But let's go back to being honest.

True, pure, unscathed love is to be honest with one another. Take a mother and her new-born baby. The purest love is there. The child, helpless, relies on his mother, the first person he ever saw, ever felt, to feed him and keep him warm and make him feel safe. The child is happy when he is taken care of. The mother is happy to take care of a human being that she birthed, and returns the love.

Pure kindness is made of love. Again an example of a child, offering a gift to someone older for no reason. Does it matter to a child if it is your birthday or not whether to offer you the flower? No, the nicest person to the child gets flowers first.

Love between two people, of any kind, does seem to be what makes this world go 'round. And secondly, is money(love).

Love and money(love).

And rock n' roll(love).

And beer(love).

And cars. (yeah...)

While it may seem like a cold opening to a dreary movie in Anchorage, it is actually a time of love and warmth. I can feel it everywhere if I just let it. Because while I am Signing in the Rain, something is telling me to look inside myself and face whatever fear I have of facing the world.

That is the only thing that truely scares me.