The Perfect Man by Kristine Kathryn Rusch Paige Racette stared at herself in the full length mirror hands on hips. Golden cap of blondhair expertly curled narrow chin high cheekbones china blue eyes and a little too much of afigure --thanks to the fact she spent most of her day on her butt and sometimes usuallyforgetting to exercise. The black cocktail dress with its swirling party skirt hid most of theexcess and the glittering beads around the collar brought attention to her face always andforever her best asset. Even with the extra pounds she was not blind date material. Never had been. Until she quit herday job at the television station shed had to turn men away. Ironic that once she became abest-selling romance writer she couldnt get a date to save her life. Part of the problem wasthat after she quit she moved to San Francisco where shed always wanted to live. She bought aQueen Anne in an old exclusive neighborhood set up her office in the bay windows of thesecond floor and decided she was in heaven. Little did she realize that working at home wouldisolate her and being in a new city would isolate her more. It had taken her a year to makefriends --mostly women whom she met at the gym not too far from her home. She saw interesting men but didnt speak to them. She was still a small town girl at heartone who was afraid of the kind of men who lurked in the big city who believed that the onlyway to meet the right man was after getting to know