It goes against everything that we know.
Married at First Sight fever has gripped the nation. Everyone tunes in on Monday nights desperately hoping to see the experiment work.
Please, Relationship Gods, say it’s true. Say that the only thing keeping the singles single is because they don’t have access to a psychologist to match them up.
Please, Relationship Gods, let us blame the fact that we left it all to chance for our failed or barely-perfect marriages.
Well, I’m here to burst your bubble. While I would be happy to see the couples to prove me wrong, Married at First Sight is bullsh*t and we are due to see some failed relationships because of its one flaw.
Here's the thing, love isn't a science.
Don't just take it from me. Psychotherapist Zoe Krupka wrote for News.com.au about the topic and confirms that while we know more about what love does to us biologically, we have no idea about how it's found.
So how does love actually happen?
While dating sites and the reality show will lead you to believe love is all about being perfectly matched with 'the one', that's not it.
Love happens when you aren't looking. I know, total cliche, and before I found love, I thought that's what annoying in love people would say to piss off the rest of the population. But I stand corrected.
The weeks before I met my now-husband, I had sworn off relationships. I'd spent a good chunk of my single life wondering whether every guy I met would lead to a relationship. It was tiring. It was annoying. It was so confusing trying to read every damn text message, searching for a glimpse of the future.
So, I decided to deliberately not look for a boyfriend. I didn't shout it from the roof tops (if my mum heard me say that, I think she would've had a heart attack). I actually didn't tell a single soul. Just myself. I decided that every guy I met from then on would be some fun. Under no-circumstances would they become a relationship. Not possible. I'd given up on love (sorry, Cupid).
The night I went out to the most disgusting club in all of Sydney (think sticky floors, way too much alcohol etc), I reminded myself that the night would be about me. If a guy wanted to talk to me, good for them. If he seemed interested, that would be nice company that night. That was it.