Premise: One lucky lady or man goes on five blind dates, with potential suitors who lay in wait on a tour bus until it’s their turn. The twist: The girl or guy has the right to yell, “Next!” and send a dud packing at any point in a date. But don’t weep—the losers get paid handsomely, $1 for every minute they lasted on a date.

Calling card: Aside from laughing over how blatantly scripted this show was, there was nothing better than watching a guy who didn’t look like an Abercrombie & Fitch model get off the bus, knowing that he was going to get Nexted, and then sure enough, watching it happen within the first 15 seconds of the date. Now that’s dramatic irony.