Claws for concern

Further Defying Parody
By SARA FAITH ALTERMAN  |  November 14, 2008

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Calling all of Boston's young and stalwart gentlemen: there's a "cougar" out there, ready to pounce. And, of course, an accompanying reality show!

If you've ever dreamed of landing your very own sugar mama (and having the experience captured on national television), and are between the ages of 21 and 29, then head over to Felt on November 15 to audition for The Cougar, a new dating reality show brought to you by Mike Fleiss, the creator of — what else? — The Bachelor.

From 9 pm to midnight, casting producers will be looking for attractive, adventurous slabs of man meat who are seeking excitement, possibly even a long-term relationship, with a seasoned lady. Rawr!

Felt is located at 533 Washington Street, Boston. Call 617.350.5555.

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