People are always surprised I’m single, but it’s never bothered me. As a pro hockey player, I’d rather spend nights off watching Sebastian Archer host dating shows than hang out at grimy sports bars to flirt with puck bunnies.

But when my teammates sign me up as the leading man on Seeking Mr. Right: Christmas Edition, my quiet life disappears. Instead of cozy nights in, I’m parading around Boston on festive dates with gorgeous women I’m supposed to be falling for.

The only problem? The person I can’t stop thinking about is the shows jock-despising, way too attractive host whom I sort of, kind of know.

I’m supposed to find a wife. We’re being watched by millions of people, including my team’s management.

And I’m straight. Obviously.

Probably.

Maybe not.