When Steffi told me she was dating an injury attorney, I almost plotzed. A lawyer! You know those guys are just plain egocentric, I warned her gallantly. Steffi just looked at me with scorn. Not all of them, she retorted. So now I’ve had the chance to meet this person, this Doug. I just brought my chum Pam along for the dinner “date.” Unfortunately, I fear that Pam was just as stricken with him as I was. He’s not just good-looking; that would be enough. But he’s the opposite of egoist. He’s—actually nice! Sweet as a blueberry muffin. Even his eyeglasses enhance his inner beauty. Oh, the songs, oh, the poems I could write about Douglas Cameron McNundrey. (Steffi told me his complete name. He grew up in THAT part of Connecticut.) Pam had better stay away from him. I’m going to steal him away from Steffi, but she doesn’t know it yet. I have to formulate some kind of plan. What a hell on earth. This is my dream man, not hers. Did you ever meet a man who knows what to say, how to say it, and make it sound natural? I think his parents are probably computers. He’s just too close to perfect to be real. Sole practice, nothing fancy—Steffi whizzed us past his office, which is a remodeled ranch house in Battle Creek—and then she told me the funniest thing. He wanted to settle in Michigan, because he remembered how much he loved Kellogg’s cereal when he was growing up! So he chose Battle Creek because that’s where Kellogg’s got started! Isn’t that charming. I’ve got to get my grubby little hands on this dude. Would you say I’m a woman obsessed, or what!