Guilty Pleasures

I'm sitting here watching that show The Millionaire Matchmaker.   Now I'm not much of a reality show fan, but there's something fascinating about this one.  It's like a mini-lesson in pscychology. It seems that in order to be a millionaire, you have to be an a**.  This isn't true for all the millionaires, but I can definitely see why most of them can't find a decent date.  So they pay this loud pushy woman to find someone for them.  When she asks what they're looking for, they all want perfect.  When the pushy lady introduces them to a room full of nice women, they always pick the cheap tramp who's out for their money.  Then they go out on this big-time date trying to impress the tramp.  I guess rich doesn't neccessarily mean smart!