1. Every week I secretly hope that one of the girls falls down the stairs.
Oh come on, I know you agree with me. Let’s face it, that’s the only reason we make sure we’re sat down as soon as the intro music has finished playing. 30 single girls, a set of large stairs and 30 pairs of 5 inch platform heels? It’s fate. I don’t know about anyone else, but when I’m wearing heels, anything involving a slope or steps requires me to slow down and focus 110% on where each foot is going. Add a television crew to it, and it’s like watching a glamourised version of Takeshi’s Castle.
Here’s it happening on series 2. Pure TV gold.
Let the Shepherd see the Pie.
Let the Toad see the Hole.
Let the Greasy Hair see the Dry Shampoo.
Let the Window see the Bird Poo.
3. The more times you wink, the more likely you’ll be to get a date. Apparently.
On Take Me Out, it’s classed as flirting, and the audience ‘woo’ if anyone does it. If I was to do that to a guy in a bar I’d probably look like I was having a stroke. That’s not a good look for anyone.
The worst one I had was a guy who came up to me and asked me to stroke his shirt. I politely asked him what the fuck he was doing and he said ‘Sorry, just wondered if you thought this was boyfriend material.’ Yeah. That actually happened. I’m still trying to forget it.
It’s almost written in the rules that girls on Take Me Out have to wear the smallest, tightest, cleavage-enhancing dresses they can find. Occasionally one breaks the mould and wears a jumpsuit or a pair of shorts and a shirt. If one of them is invited out from behind their podium by Paddy (Because come one, you were too interested in seeing if they tripped up at the start to notice what they were wearing) there’s a small gasp when you see they’re not in fact wearing a dress. How can they not be wearing a dress? Is there something wrong with their legs? But it’s okay, it’s only for one episode; they’re back wearing a dress the next week. Phew. Back to normal. Must have just been mix up in the dressing rooms or something.
“I don’t like the shoes he’s wearing.” I’m sure he has other shoes, love.
“He’s got the same name as my dog.” Well why don’t you just date your dog then?
“He’s a plumber, and I don’t like getting my hair wet.” I didn’t realise he’d be using you as a wrench, but whatever floats his boat.
“Let the third helping of roasties, see my fat niec-“