Well, the beaus of MAFS continue enduring the hellscape of normalcy, seeing the lives of the dudes outside the landscape they know them in. You know the one, the one that promises drama but doesn’t deliver.
Last night, the guys brought their prizes home to meet their respective families. It’s MAFS, so you know that it wasn’t delicate.
Yet more MAFS, yet more commitments made. Last night, words were thrown around, and feelings were hurt. Mainly my own, by this is my penance.
New night, new partners, same old hideousness. However, last night MAFS was punctuated by the same sexual desperation you feel when the lights come on at the club. That’s something. Right?
Last night we trudged through the mire of the MAFS honeymoons. I hate to say it, but I miss the old crew.