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Last night my boyfriend came over after work. It had been a pretty tough Monday for both of us, so we were in agreement that we wanted a quiet, do-nothing kind of night. We curled up and started flipping through stuff on TV and came across the new ABC show “Dating in the Dark.” We’d seen previews, we both thought it looked intriguing, and it was totally the brain candy we were looking for. So we settled on watching that.

The premise of the show, for those who aren’t familiar, is that three men and three women, all strangers, are brought in to meet one another and go on dates in a completely blacked out room. In other words, it’s simulated blindness, so you’re forced to get to know the person without a visual.

Last night’s show involved a woman named Megan. My best guess is that Megan was probably a size 8, MAYBE 10. In other words, she wasn’t “model thin,” but she was not overweight in anyone’s book… Anyone’s, that is, except Matt (I think his name was). Matt and Megan really hit it off in the dark. They chose each other for their various dates, they seemed really compatible, etc. But when they hugged each other, Matt was trying to assess Megan’s size — and after the date, he was talking to the other guys about how she was “too thick” and he really wasn’t sure he could date her long-term. And when they were revealed to one another, and he saw her, he was clearly not pleased. The show ended with him agreeing to take her on another date — in the light — but it was seemingly obvious that it wasn’t a long-term thing, and that he was probably hoping for a little easy action before finding someone whose appearance was more to his liking.

At least that was our interpretation of it. And my boyfriend was so pissed about it. When the term “thick” was thrown out, he was like, “Which of those girls is ‘thick’? What the hell?” And when Matt was debating whether Megan was pretty and thin enough to date, I thought my boyfriend was going to throw something at the TV; he called the guy all kinds of names I won’t recount here…

I know I need to lose weight. But I love my boyfriend so much for loving me regardless of that. At 200 pounds, I know he loves me as much as he would at 120 pounds — or 250 pounds or whatever. That sort of security and confidence is so important and valuable, and I am so thankful for him giving me that.

I’m also glad he’s not an a$$ like the guys they get for TV dating shows.