We arrived at a Mexican restaurant and were told to quickly change into our nice clothes in the bathroom.
(Do you know how awkward that was, diners and crew people alike waiting for you?
— and happily quoted my stellar lines back to me at every opportunity.
It also replayed for several, neverending months in a row, friends contacting me from all over the country, “Guess what was on last night?! However, being on “Blind Date” was a fun, interesting, albeit educational, experience, though I haven’t gone on a date full of crew people since (and have also not danced since).
" The show chose to use that amazing sound bite and clip in TV promos to advertise the episode. Every time the TV came on, no matter where I was, I’d scramble to shut it off. I don’t know.” This provided yet another great promo clip for “Blind Date” commercials, and I believe the thought bubble above my head said something like, "Natalia's mom: 'Just say no, Natalia.'" I peeked at Mr.
came as a sea of reality dating shows hit syndication.
It stood out from the crowd by often showing awkward, unsuccessful dates in which the prospective partners had no romantic spark.
I couldn’t wait for dinner to end, but the producers said we could go to another venue if we wanted to. My date whisper-slurred to me, saying how we soon would have to answer, on camera, whether we’d see each other again. 1950s in the other room, remembering how his eyes had pleaded with me to say, “Yes.” “Yes,” I told the producers, “I guess.”Weeks and weeks later, my male roommate and I watched the show together.
(I prayed it would not be a hot tub, which ended up happening on so many of the dates.) Luckily, someone chose the bar next door, though I would have been happy just to go home. “There’s no need for us to embarrass each other on national TV,” he said, “so why don’t we say yes, we will? 1950s in the other room, so my answer would be private (at least until it was televised). The crew said it had to be yes or no, so I waffled between them, saying, “Maybe… I didn’t want to announce it to friends until I saw it for myself. Three different times while recapping the episode, the show host, Roger Lodge, said something along the lines of, “I still don’t know what Natalia was doing.” Of course, Mr.
) While practicing being Superwoman, a producer spoke to me under the door, saying to think of three racy questions.