Once upon a time, a fabulous woman met her ideal man... He was warm and considerate, openly shared his feelings, always understood her thoughts, loved to cook, and had a killer wardrobe. In short, he was perfect. She waited patiently for the inevitable day when he would sweep her off her feet and kiss her... And waited...and waited... But all she got was erratic calls and friendly hugs... The day came when she could wait no longer. What was the holdup? She was forced to ask herself some really tough questions. Is he shy? Is my butt too big? Does he have an unspeakable injury? Is he gay? Sound familiar?