Not really

You would not admit it out of politeness and you do your best to look interested for the same reason, but you have forgotten the man's name about five seconds after he introduced himself. You catch bits and pieces, enough to deduce that you probably would not have been interested anyway, but most of your mind is occupied with what will happen next... After you press the red of the two buttons embedded into the table. That said, as the 120 seconds are rapidly running down... No, you do not exactly consider going on a date with this man, no matter how luxuriously pre-paid by the show, but you also begin to panic at the thought of the unknown humiliation that you have coming. In front of all these people. Broadcasted to incomparably more. Maybe including some you know. With under half a minute to go, you begin to try to catch on more of what he is saying, perhaps to give yourself a justification to get out of this, your earlier resolve to push yourself notwithstanding.

"... so, I guess I'll find out what you think soon!", Kevin (if it was Kevin, you really are not sure) finishes just as the chimes indicating the end of the round begin to ring softly. Unfortunately he is right... And after being so determined not long ago you suddenly find yourself at a loss.

"Ladies, please make your choices!", the host announces and the red and green buttons begin to flash.