I felt just like the Michael J. Fox character on “Family Ties” when I was recruited right out of my Midwestern law school to work at a prestigious New York City legal firm. My salary was healthy enough to enable me to lease a one-bedroom, rent-stabilized apartment on Manhattan’s Upper West Side, which I filled with the usual yuppie accoutrements — leather sofa, state-of-the-art stereo and video system, track lighting and, of course, cellular phones.

Still, despite company soirees and business lunches and occasional visits to singles bars, I wasn’t having much luck in the romance department, and after three months in the Big Apple, I was desperate for female companionship. Then, amazingly, a guardian angel erntered my life.

It was after eleven o’clock one Thursday night, and I had... Read More