Page 11 of The Host


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“Maybe you should take a two-week vacation and then come back with guns a-blazin’.”

“Where would I go? Hawaii?” Matt moaned.

Bobby pulled out his phone and opened an email alert… and then he moaned… loudly.

“What? What was that moan all about?”

“My mother-in-law…”

“What’s Carla’s mom doing now?”

“She signed me up for a dating website.”

“Get out! Seriously?”

“Seriously, dude. I love her, and I appreciate her interest in my happiness, but that website was too much… and now I get ten-to-thirty emails a day about whether or not I’d go out with this woman or that woman,” Bobby moaned.

“I intentionally stay away from that sort of thing with a ten-foot pole!”

“You, my friend, have never had a problem with getting attention from women. I, however, have two littles… and they come first.”

“As they should,” Matt agreed.

“Look at this email here.” Bobby shoved the phone into Matt’s hand.

Matt took the phone and read the headline. “Looking for the next Host!” Matt and Bobby both laughed out loud.

Bobby grabbed the phone and continued reading, “Are you a single male between the ages of 25-35? Do you want to earn up to $100,000 cash and prizes, and find the love of your life? Do you have two weeks available starting next week? We are looking for a single male to be The Host of the new Reality TV Dating Show.”

“Seriously?” Matt laughed again. “Who would be crazy enough to do that?”

“You!” Bobby interjected. “It’s perfect!”

Matt swore. “There is no way in hell I’d ever do something like that!”

“Dude! Watch your tongue. Littles are around!”

“Sorry, Bobby!” Matt chagrined.

“What do you have to lose?” Bobby continued. “Let’s see if you qualify.”

“No.”

“Are you a single male between the ages of 25-35? Yes.”

“No way!” Matt argued.

“Do you have two weeks available?” Bobby laughed. “Let’s see… Yep!”

“Bobby, no!”

“Can you start next week? Let’s look at your calendar. Your agent says you are free, so… yes!”

“I’m already a disgrace to my father. Can you imagine what this would do? I’d nail the lid to my own coffin!”

“I can already imagine the hot ladies that will be there… all wanting the chance to meet the debonair Matt Kaplan. All the making out you want!”

“I can get that at any bar across the U.S. If you’re so interested in it, why don’t you sign up.”

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