Three contestants are invited into Slade's house, every week to live with him and compete for Jo's heart. Every day, one of Jo's friends delivers to her house a red and white polka dot box containing a note and a clue hinting at the day's events. Each of the three guys takes Jo out on a unique date, close to his own heart. However, what none of them know is that Slade can watch the dates. After all of the dates, Jo chooses one of the guys to stay in Slade's house and go on a second date with her, while the others are told, "I think we should just be friends", and they have to leave the house immediately. Episode 1 starts out with the four guys' being brought to the house and introduced to Slade after the news that their brief residence is, in fact, his house.
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You've got valid points regarding abuse in lesbian relationships, but this isn't the dynamic being talked about. Also, if you are going to cite the "Why didn't she leave the second time? Heh, oh man, in an ideal world no one would need to know anything about domestic violence. It does take two though. My observation comes from other people I've seen in abusive relationships, and women I've dated who had mothers in them, or had been in them. Rather than talking about or arguing about problems, they wanted me to hit them.
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Ivanka Trump was my best friend growing up. After spending the previous four years in social isolation in the suburbs, I was eager to land on the popular side of the classroom, ruled over by Ivanka and about five other wild, entitled, precocious preteens. It was the grunge era, so we moshed around the classroom in performative angst, wearing our uniforms of green plaid kilts tailored shorter the more popular you got and stacked-heel Steve Madden loafers as the dystopian wails of Nirvana blared from a boom box. Ivanka and I hung out occasionally at first.