The morning was absolute shit. I woke up pretty early, or at least what was early for this house. Nine am actually didn’t seem that early to me, to be honest, but most people were still fast asleep. But then again, I did go to bed a lot earlier than the others. Which, on one hand was very annoying. I was already sleeping on the mattress that I got allocated, but the others only went to bed at like three am. And boy, were they being loud. Drunken people shouting and fighting was already bad enough, but these were drunk obnoxious girls. Their voices somehow found a way to become even more high pitched! I really didn’t know how that was possible. To be honest, I did have a pretty low voice, but still. Just, no.

I was literally makeup free, wearing a plain white t-shirt and some sweatpant shorts, which really seemed like an ok choice to me. But when everybody else started finally showing signs of life and came downstairs as well, I began to feel seriously underdressed. All the girls were wearing very tight clothes, showing of their stomachs and barely covering their boobs. Their shorts were just a tad too short, and they had completely done their makeup and hair. I had totally gotten the wrong idea. There was no time for trying to be comfortable here. It was about looking the sluttiest and grabbing the most attention. Well, i definitely was going to, but for the wrong reasons, just like yesterday.

Once again, I was sitting in the corner of a couch (a different one this time, I didn’t want to even come close to the one of before), with my legs pulled up to my chest, and a large cup of coffee in my hands. It didn’t matter how warm it was outside, I always liked curling up with some coffee. I just felt safe and hidden that way. Here, I just wanted to stay out of sight, not getting the attention of anybody. They were probably going to hate me for that, though. If we didn’t get all the matches, we wouldn’t get the money. And, even though they say they do it for the love, it really is all about the money, trust me. Well, for me, it was about getting away and not wanting to be around these people at all. Young me would definitely be terrified of all of them.

“Hey,” Aileen came to sit next to me, also pulling up her legs, putting her chin on top of her knees to look at me, “what was yesterday about?”

I shrugged, not only being confused about why she was talking to me, but also because I didn’t understand why my actions were such a big deal. It didn’t affect anybody in this house but me, “I just don’t like it when a guy is feeling me up and kissing me without him wanting to. I mean, seriously, who does he think he is just walking up to me and doing that, even though i asked him to leave me alone so many times? You guys mike think I’m weird, but I don’t like basically being raped.”

“Wait… that’s what happened?” She gasped while her eyes with fake eyelashes went as wide as she could possibly make them. I didn’t even understand how people could wear those things! Didn’t it feel heavy and weird? I would never be able to wear them. “Oh my god. Remind me to stay away from him. I don’t want anything to do with him. Seriously, that’s so creepy!”

“Tell me about it,” I sighed and relaxed back, taking a sip of my coffee that had finally cooled down to a reasonable temperature.

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And then it was time for our first challenge to get a possibility to go on a date. We all filmed that ‘super awesome’ scene where we walk out to the place we are going to be doing said activity, having to retake it a couple of time. Like, some people couldn’t even walk properly. Are you being fucking serious? It’s literally walk two steps down and then walk up on the grass. Nothing difficult about that, amiright?

Anyway, after that stupid long explanation of the stupid activity we all already knew we were going to do, the guys and girls separated. The guys, of course, had to go first, while the girls had to watch and got to laugh at them. Everybody already had somebody they had an eye on, but I didn’t even have to bother trying to win this game. There was nobody here I would want to take out. This was just stupid.

Wait, hang on, I didn’t even tell you what the game was. Ok, so, here’s the deal. We all had to give the show our ‘favourite’ quote, and I thought I’d be clever by sending in lyrics here nobody knew. Why would I do that and make it more difficult for everybody? Well, it was just fun to see them struggle to figure it out. It wasn’t like everything would be ruined by a quote that could be deceiving.

So, what was my quote? Well, it sounded like it was supposed to be very inspirational, maybe said by one of those high-end dumb celebrities, but it really wasn’t that at all. “You can't be something you're not. Be yourself, by yourself.” Anybody know what it’s from, or at least recognize it? No? Well, then… I’m pretty sure there must be at least one person knowing what I’m talking about.

In no time, the boys had started running back and forth, having to get a girls name before being able to place them next to a quote. I, personally, thought this was a stupid game. How the fuck were we supposed to know? It wasn’t like you could figure it out without having been told explicitly by the person what it could have been. I was actually surprised that they knew my name. Nobody except Vic and Aileen had talked to me, and I never mentioned my name to them. But, hey, the guys were probably just slapping down names with whatever they thought could possibly sound right.

They were all over the place, nearly tripping a couple of times, wanting to be the first person to finish. Not only was this about getting things right, but also finishing first. I would have spent more time on the answers than on speed. It wasn’t like the time mattered except if you were tied to anybody. But, hey, I guess it made sure there was some more ‘action’ in the series. Ugh, why did I sign up again?

And then the whistle blew, meaning that they could no longer change their answers. This was like a whole new stupid level of tests. I looked at the different answers given and smirked. Nobody got mine right. Good. So that either meant that nobody got where it came from, or they just thought it fit better with somebody else. The latter didn’t seem like an option to me, because I didn’t think any other girl here would listen to the same music I did. Let’s just say my music taste was ‘different’.

We went through each of the quotes, the girls being allowed to say something about them. But I seriously couldn’t be bothered to listen. I mean, who the fuck wanted to listen to somebody saying that Paris Hilton was such an inspiration to them! Well, I definitely didn’t. I couldn’t care less about that. All I wanted was to get this over with, have the girls do it, and then go back inside so I could go read a book or something.

But, first, it was my turn to explain my quote. The presenter gave the answer to my quote, while the guys forced out a reaction. I was totally ready just to say ‘yeah, it’s from a song I like, nothing much’. But, no. That didn’t happen. Once again, Vic had to get in the way and start opening that stupid mouth of his. Didn’t he understand that he was the last person I wanted to have make comments about me and my choices. But what he said was actually kinda surprising.

“Oh my god, I knew I recognised it from somewhere!” He exclaimed, bring a hand up to his head in understanding and recognition, “it’s Pantera! Of course, how can I miss that!” He continued to grin at me.

Oh wow. Vic was the one that understood where I got it from. Great. Oh no… what if he was my match! No, no, no. That couldn’t be possible. Anybody but him. I’d much rather get back with my ex than have Vic be my perfect match. Wait, there was nothing to worry about. Often the people who were most alike weren’t perfect matches, and Vic and I liked the same music. So it was impossible. But we were completely different otherwise! NO!!! Fuck this shit, I’m out.

I couldn’t help but make another reference with the lyrics that just came after the part of the song I quoted. How could I resist? It just fit so perfectly in the context as well. So, while Vic was grinning, I gave him the most serious face and told him, “Stay away from me.”

He burst out laughing, also understanding that quote. Everybody looked at him with a confused face, not understanding why he was laughing at a girl telling him to stay away. Seems like I was turning him into the weird disrespectful one now. Maybe I wasn’t going to be the crazy one this time.

“Wow, he really is an asshole,” Aileen, who was sitting next to me, muttered to me in a judgemental tone, “I’d never want to date a guy like that. Doesn’t he know how to treat a girl?”

“I don’t know,” I shrugged, still surprised that Vic was the one who got my joke.

Then it was the girl’s turn to run around like crazy and try to get some of the answers right. I didn’t know what the guys were like, so I didn’t even know which quotes would be possible. I was literally just grabbing a name and putting it next to the closest quote I hadn’t put an answer for yet. Somehow I still got three right, which I considered pretty impressive. I did better than a couple of other girls, which made it even better.

Yet, I didn’t win, which I really didn’t mind. I didn’t even know who I would have chosen if I had won. So, the two guys he won got up (it was some dude called Kaleb, and the most wonderful Vic. Don’t ask me how he won, because I really didn’t know), and the two girls did as well (Crystal and Monday). The girls went first with their choices choosing Ramsey and Trenton, and Kaleb chose Teresa. And then Vic was left. He took a while trying to choose someone. His eyes were constantly focused on me, making me cringe inside. I didn’t even know what I was going to do if he had chosen me. Wait, no, I did. Just ignore him the entire time and have fun all by myself. Easy as that.

But I didn’t even have to worry. While his eyes were still fixed on me, he gave an answer, “Aileen.”

I thought she was going to react badly, having told me how annoyed she was with him. But no, that didn’t happen at all. She jumped up and acted all excited, skipping over to him. Well, she was obviously lying to me. While I thought she shared my hatred for Vic and actually understood where I was coming from, it actually didn’t matter to her. She was smiling widely while in his arms, and I just couldn’t believe it.

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The dates go to go to the beach and hang out, nothing really special there. I just found myself a nice spot outside in the garden to read a book at. My mission was to stay out of the way of everybody else, and keep myself to myself. I had no business with anybody else, so I didn’t feel like I had to converse with any of them.

Then there was the whole truth booth thing. Monday and Trenton had been voted in. Of course they came out as not being a match. Tears were shed and people were discussing. I just didn’t get it. Sure, it was be annoying to find out you’re not a match, but they seriously hadn’t had enough time to have such a strong bond that this was impossible. It shouldn’t be that difficult to get over it. And then the people discussing what they should have done, well you can’t change it now. Go ahead and plan the future, but what’s the point really? We also didn’t have full control over that.

Oh, and of course, the matchmaking process. The guys each had to chose a girl. It went by pretty quick, occasionally people talking or fighting. But, hey, you need drama in a TV show or everybody will stop watching. All the girls were dressed in tight dresses and shit, while I only wore high waisted black jeans and a dark green crop top. They had, however, gotten me to wear some red heels, which I felt really didn’t fit with my outfit. But it got them to shut up, so I was going to deal with it.

My not talking to anyone might not have been such a good idea, though. I was stuck with the last person who got the chose. And surprise, surprise, guess who it was! Of course it was the one and only Vic. I mean, it just had to happen that way. Slowly but surely I started to think that maybe it was all being done on purpose. But then again, this was a TV show, so it actually might have been.

Vic and I both walked up to the front and I already hated being so close to him. The last time we were this close, he felt me up, and I did not want that to happen again. As nice as it was that I found somebody who liked the same music and me, I didn’t want it to be this guy. It would just be a disaster if we had to be a couple. It really wouldn’t work out.

“So, how do you feel about this?” the presenter directed at me. He was obviously trying to get a reaction out of me, and I decided to have some fun and give it to him.

“Well, you know,” I clapped my hands together as if I was about to say something touching, “it’s not everyday you find a guy who practically tries to molest you. So, I think he’s very special. He’s definitely my perfect match. I mean, nobody else here tried to get me into bed without asking permission first.”

I ended my beautiful speech with a middle finger before putting my hand on the iPad (that thing definitely was an iPad, and it definitely had no purpose other than dramatizing everything). We had to sit together on a chair, and it was the most uncomfortable I had ever felt. This show was shit.

Three out of nine matches.

Notes

What do you guys think of Vic? Annoying or should she give him a chance?