C. Thomas Howell was in his 20s, movie star, rich. So it was hard to have a love life. His best friend Ralph macchio did and he wanted that. A lady to come home to, food, movies, dates, love. Not his dog. So he went on a dating site. It was stupid. Most dates were just for autographs. He was at a date now and the whole time his date, a boring chick with no personality kept talking about money and stuff. But Thomas was stuck on the hostess of the Italian restaurant. She was a doll. Perfect. Just his type.