To Ida, ,


Never in a million years did I imagine that I would seek assistance from an advice column, but I'm in a bind. My ambition of moving to New York has come true, but as a small-town, southern girl, I find the huge metropolis challenging to manage. Fortunately, fortune handed me my very own shining knight.


I may have been saved by Whitaker Aldrich, but he didn't come on his white steed. He picked me up on his Harley Davidson while donning a leather jacket and an arrogant grin that don't look good for my diet that excludes men. One-night stands are all he says.