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| Date Lab is an addictive, guilty pleasure. It's like driving by a car crash — your inner voyeur can't resist looking. And secretly, in your heart of hearts, you hope that you're going to see something worth rubbernecking over, like an entire truckload of canteloupes strewn across three lanes and the median, smashed and mashed into pulpy smithereens. You know you're supposed to cheer these nice people on. And you're happy when, like the couple who got engaged four weeks after their Date Lab meeting, it ends happily ever after. You chuckle when the Date Lab editors let a monkey make the pick from the pool of applicants, and the dates rate the outing a perfect five that week, proving it’s so easy, even a monkey can do it. But then you’re oddly gratified when you find out she has cats, he’s deathly allergic; she’s agnostic, he’s a devout Catholic; and, surprise surprise, they haven’t gone out again.
Date Lab is weekly. Singles are catalogued by a computer program created for The Washington Post and the feature’s editor plays matchmaker. At the very least, the applicants get a free dinner, their pictures published in the paper, and a story to tell their children and grandchildren someday. |
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