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</div><b>Name:</b>Matt Moreno<br/><b>Age:</b>28<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>Los Angeles, CA<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Saturday, July 3rd, 2021 - late morning after coupling<br/><b>Location:</b>Edge of the Pool<br/><b>Wearing:</b>faded and worn blue t-shirt (pictured) and khaki shorts<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>No one<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Grace (<a class="username" data-user-id="2019" data-username="Mellifluous" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2019/">Mellifluous</a>)<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><br/>“Oh yeah?” Matt laughed.  “Think initials are going to play big in one of the competitions?”  He joked, although if put on the spot he would have to admit to knowing very little about the competitions.   Glancing over at the crew by the bar, Matt could only hope that they were not a load of particularly physical challenges, as he was pretty sure he’d rank on the lower half of that scale, even as relatively fit as he was.  Swirling his feet in the water, Matt simply could not get over the strangeness of the whole thing, and part of him was wondering if the cameras were on Grace and himself or the large group at the bar.  Probably both, although he was relatively sure he’d be getting edited out at the moment.<br/><br/>“Do I seem pretty cool about it?”  He asked, surprised.   That was the least thing he was feeling at that moment, but if that was what Grace was seeing, maybe that is what the viewers at home would pick up too.  That could only help him in the long run, right?  “Because, I will admit, this is all a little strange.  This might seem weird, but this is my first time on television trying to get a girl to want to get with me.  Shocking, I know.”  He teased.  “As for your question, totally a bit of both.  This is a crazy show concept, and we are all insane for trying it.  Hopefully, that evens it out.”<br/><br/>Looking over at the bar again briefly, Matt met Grace’s gaze once more with a genuine smile.  He lucked out and picked a single girl to talk to, taking him out from seeming as if he was going for a steal already.  “Little of both, really?”  He shrugged.  “I mean, it would be safe to say I could use a little of each.  Fifty thousand is nothing to sneeze at, and there are a lot of lovely people here, and who doesn’t want love?”  Flushing a bit, knowing there was probably likely some here looking to MAKE love more than FIND it, it was Matt’s turn for some questions.<br/><br/>“How about you, Grace?  Love or money?”  He quizzed.  “And on top of that, should we be getting in on...whatever it is they are all doing?  Are we making bad TV right now?”