Be the star of a dating show? No thanks.
But apparently, I can be persuaded by a pretty face.
Agreeing to meet up with Sydney Meadows was supposed to be a means to an end. A way to give her the meeting her boss requested, but still say 'no' to her pitch.
Look, I've never wanted the extras that come with an NHL career.
Sponsorships, sure.
Reality television? Hard no.
Except—now that I've met the pixie redhead—I find myself agreeing...with one stipulation.
She gets to be part of the show in whatever way that allows me to see her again.
Twenty female "contestants" be damned.