When Married at First Sight hopeful Troy Delmege first slid onto screens he was so annoying, so smooth-talking and insincere I couldn’t stand it. Why couldn’t he read any signals from his poor freaked-out TV wife Ashley?
Why did he pet her hair like a shih-tzu? Why couldn’t he see the terror in her eyes? Why the pushups on the way to breakfast? Why the ‘hyuk hyuk hyuk’ instead of laughing? Was he even a real person?
But as Ashley kept inexplicably voting to stay with Troy (and I wouldn’t drop dead from shock if it turns out bribes were involved), she did occasionally point out that they had fun and he made her laugh. He sure made me laugh—horrified, through crossed fingers. Faced with Troy’s lurching tongue, “You're moving on so strong, just give me a minute,” protested Ashley. Poor Ashley.
But his lack of self-awareness and bafflement over how to behave had me weirdly warming to him, like a puppy who needs better training.
And now, the Carly thing? Girl’s pretty damaged from her interaction with brick-wall-in-man-lingerie Justin, but I can sort of see where she’s coming from with this one. Sort of.
I’ll say this for Troy—he’s enthusiastic, no doubt has really clean teeth, and his parents are sweet. When he tries, he tries really, really hard, you have to give him that. And didn’t he make great TV?
So I’ve come round to weird man-boy Troy. But at least I still have my loathing of smug Dean to anchor me. Pretty sure I’ll always have that.