Richard finds the twelve unattached, pretty “professional” women, who have been picked out for him to meet to be totally lacking in romance and passion. He is not even sure they even like me. Their approach to making contact with the opposite gender is little different than picking up a rental car at the Dulles Airport. Meanwhile the mysterious French femme fatale stalks him then strikes. Before he knows what’s happening, several glasses of expensive French wine and even more kisses has made him helplessly under her control . . . or is that she has gone gaga for him and is helplessly under his control? We will soon find out.