The Dating Game

When I told my brother I’d do anything to save our dad's restaurant, I should have been more specific. What I’d meant was I’d auction off a couple of old jerseys, not go on a reality dating show in the hopes of boosting business until he could finally retire.

But since I know a thing or two about taking one for the team, I suit up, hop on a plane, and head to a mansion in L.A. where I’ll spend the next eight weeks.

Thankfully, it’s not ... >Voir plus