Finally, I gave up on love. I convinced myself that love will never happen to me and I will end up alone. I wasn’t unhappy. Even if I wasn’t completely satisfied with my job, I was in a business of making movies, which was my favorite thing to do. And I wasn’t alone. I had my dear friends, eccentric and chatty Alice, the journalist; her shy and dorky girlfriend Dana, the famous tennis player; and cool and wise Shane, the hairdresser and a women’s magnet. So I was pretty happy. I mean, I was okay. I was content with my life as it is…I’m pretty sure I was.

But it all had changed one starry night in May, right after my 28^th birthday, when I attended an artist’s dinner at a small gallery as Alice’s date. Dana was away in a training camp somewhere in Timbuktu and Alice always hated to go to the fancy parties alone. She was supposed to interview the artist whose paintings were featured in the art show. I had nothing else to do and I always loved art so it was a no brainer.

The food was exquisite and delicious and the art show turned out to be a very fancy event. I heard that the show attracted the crème de la crème of West Hollywood but I had no idea how many celebrities were there. The French artist turned out to be quite famous, though I’ve never heard of Solange Le Germain before.

Solange’s photo on the gallery’s invitation didn’t do her justice. I saw the French woman talking to a group of men by the bar. She was tall, brunette, with almond-shaped dark eyes, mysterious and so exotic…just my type, if I had one. Her paintings were exquisite, just like the woman herself. They were mostly abstract and I could easily lose myself in the colors and the moods of each piece of work.

Alice left me for a moment so she could prepare for her interview and I decided to gather some courage and say hello to Solange. I took a deep breath…tall gorgeous women still intimidated me…and moved toward the bar. Just then another tall gorgeous brunette stepped right in front of the artist, blocking my view. I felt like I was in the twilight zone and it was raining gorgeous sophisticated brunettes, making my pulse go up rapidly. I think I just discovered my type.