Molly is a thirty-nine-year-old divorced writer living in New York City who wants her own column, a Wikipedia entry, and to never end up in her family’s Long Island upholstery business. For the past four years Molly’s been on staff at <I>Eye Spy</I>, covering all the wacky assignments. She’s snuck vibrators through security scanners, speed-dated undercover, danced with Rockettes, and posed nude for a Soho art studio.<BR><BR>Fearless in everything except love, Molly is now dating a chiropractor. He’s comfortable, but safe. When Molly is assigned to write a piece about New York City romance "in the style of Nora Ephron," she flunks out big time. She can’t recognize romance. And in her own life, she can’t recognize the<I> </I>one man who can go one-on-one with her, the one man who <i>gets</i> her. Mainly because he’s a well-known player.<BR><BR>But with pointers from Nora Ephron’s comedies, Molly learns to open her heart, suppress her cynicism, and find her very own fairytale ending.