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Below Deck Mediterranean is back in action, baby. In the ocean of new TV I must watch—the dreamy FBoy Island, Nathan Fielder’s new HBO comedy, a rewatch of Glee to remember Lea Michele’s early days pining after Funny Girl—once again, Below Deck Med has floated to the top, of utmost importance.
I watch Below Deck Med so I can gossip without any consequences, so that I can feel like I’m drifting in a sea far away from my approximately 300-square-foot apartment in NYC, and, above all, for the boatmances. Oh, to have a boatmance in the cramped cabins under the beautiful red light of a not-so-hidden camera. It’s every girl’s dream.
Luckily, Season 7 of Below Deck Med cuts straight to a boatmance in the very first episode. Right off the bat, sparks fly between Chief Stew Natasha Webb and Chef David White. They are awkward. They are frisky. They don’t really know how to flirt, but their libidos are high. I cannot wait to see what happens next.