The valet brings my car around first. After a brief hug, I tell Ben that I’ll call him soon and to send my best to Jasmine. On my drive back to the set, something about what Ben said sticks with me. I wonder what it would be like to date a regular girl. Someone who’s not in the industry at all? At least, not in front of the camera. I’ve never really given it much thought before. It’s surprisingly hard to find girls who aren’t currently or aspiring to be models or actresses in this business, anyway. Who could I ask out anyway?

As all of these thoughts swirl around in my head, one person stands out. One girl’s name keeps coming to the forefront. I’m going to see her soon. She’s going to show me the clothes that she has picked out for me for the afternoon scene. Suddenly, my hands feel strange. My fingers are uneasy, my palms are sweaty and I feel antsy all over.

My phone rings just as I pull into the parking space near the trailers. It’s a strange number, but I answer anyway.

“Finn Dalton?” the woman on the other side asks. She has a thick Texas accent and a high voice.

“Yes.”

“My name’s Dolly Monroe, and you were referred to me by Stefania Michelle.”

What the hell is Stefania doing giving out my personal number to strangers?

“I know you must be concerned about privacy, so I just want to assure you that discretion is the name of the game in my business.”

“And what is your business?” I ask.

“Matchmaking. I’ve asked Stefania a number of questions, but she couldn’t answer some. And, in order for me to do my job, I need to get them answered.”

“Okay,” I say very slowly.

“Will you tell me a little bit about your childhood?” she asks. “Basic things.”

“Stefania didn’t tell you?” I ask.

“No. She wasn’t sure if she should, and thought it would be better if I called you myself.”

“Um,” I say cautiously. There’s a beep on the line. It’s Stefania calling. I put Dolly on hold and answer her call. Stefania fills me in on the details. Apparently, Dolly Monroe is the best of the best when it comes to matchmaking, and she’ll find me a fun and appropriate date for this Saturday.

For a second, I consider bailing. The conversation with Ben has inspired me. I had an inkling to ask Chloe to the Governor’s Ball and cancel this whole blind date situation altogether. But then it hits me that perhaps a black-tie event isn’t the best first date. What if she doesn’t have an evening gown to wear for a last minute event? I wouldn’t want to embarrass her in any way. Besides, the point of going out with a regular girl is to do regular people things. A dinner and a movie, perhaps.

I cut my conversation with Stefania short and return to Dolly.

“That was Stefania,” I explain. “She said that you would be calling with questions. So, you wanted to know about my childhood?”

“Yes.”

“What would you like to know?”

“Basic things, like where did you grow up? Who raised you? Any experiences that you want to share.”

“I’m an only child, and I was raised by a single mom. My mom moved to LA to be an actress before I was born, met my father and got pregnant. They broke up before I was even born. He has never really been part of my life, but my mom and I are very close.”

“Is she married now?”

“No, not really. She had a few relationships when I was growing up, but nothing major. I guess I’m kind of a loner, just like her.”

I never put it together like that. Perhaps it is odd that my mom has pretty much lived her whole life on her own, but she has plenty of close friends. Every few months she goes on a cruise with her girlfriends. She loves to garden and do pottery. Her life is full of laughter and joy. The only thing she never really had is a permanent relationship. I’ve never really thought that it was particularly odd.

“So you grew up in LA, then?”

“Yep. She worked as a waitress for many years and went to auditions. Then she got a job on the soap All My Children. She was with the show for four years. She didn’t really want me to get into the business, but I kept bugging her about it and, finally, she took me to an audition when I was 12. It was for some orange juice that isn’t around anymore. That’s where I caught the acting bug. Loved every second of being on set. Of playing pretend. And the fact that they paid me for it just blew me away.”

“I can tell that you are very passionate about what you do,” Dolly says. “And what about your personal life?”

“Eh, that was not anything I really worried about too much. You probably don’t want to hear this, since you’re a matchmaker and all, but I’m not really a relationship guy. I’ve had a few, but they never lasted more than a few months. I love the beginning part of relationships. The excitement and the electricity. But after that wears off, I tend to lose interest.”

“Is that something that you want to work on?” Dolly asks.

“No, not really.”

I don’t know why I’m being so open with this stranger on the phone except that it’s not really a big deal. If she needs all this information to set me up on a date, fine by me. I’m sure that the girl will be hot and we’ll have a good time. First dates aren’t the problem. It’s the tenth date where things really start to go to shit.

“So you’re not interested in finding love?” she asks.

“To tell you the truth, I’m not really sure it exists. I mean, I see it all around me. My friend Ben and his wife Jasmine have been together forever, and they’re still as in love as ever. But I’m not so sure that something like that exists for me. That’s okay. I have other things. I have my career and my friends. I love what I do, and I’m really lucky that I get to do this for a living. Do you know how many people try to get into this business every day and fail? Well, not fail, but aren’t able to get the right roles. Aren’t lucky enough to get a paying job?”

“Finn, you’re selling yourself short,” Dolly says after a moment.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re selling yourself short. When you were going to auditions, what kept you going? What kept you motivated?”

“I don’t know. I believed in myself, I guess.”

“And you didn’t quit no matter what?”

“I couldn’t. I had to believe in myself before anyone else could believe in me. In this business, you face constant rejection. I had to build up this insane belief and confidence in myself. I had to know that it was going to work for me, no matter how long it took. Without that level of belief, you can’t be successful. Because then you let other people’s doubts and second guesses derail you.”

“That’s exactly my point. It’s the same thing with love. It requires belief. You need to believe that one day you’ll find the person who is absolutely perfect for you. She will get every aspect of you. She will be the person who will always be there for you. Without that level of belief and confidence that this is something that you deserve, you will never find her. Because you will always doubt every person who comes into your life, and with doubt, you will plant seeds of destruction.”

“I never really thought of it that way,” I say after a moment.

“Okay, well, I think this conversation has been quite fruitful. Typically, I like to meet all of my clients, but given the circumstance and the urgency of this matter, I have someone who will be a good date for you this Saturday.”

“Already?” I ask.

“I met with her a few days ago, and I have a feeling that you two will be a good match.”

Then something occurs to me.

“Wait, but you didn’t ask me anything about what I’m looking for.”

“Like what?” she asks.

“Like what kind of woman I’m looking for. Height, weight, hair color. Body type.”

“Finn, I’m going to pretend that you did not just say that.”

“What? Is that offensive? I know looks are shallow, but they are important.”

“Physical chemistry is important, and some of it can be attributed to looks, but the majority of it comes from demeanor and essence and the identity of the individual.”

I hate how shallow I’m coming off arguing this point, but I’m a man after all.

“What about age?” I ask.

“What about age?”

I’m starting to hate her tendency to repeat my questions back at me.

“I’m not particularly interested in dating someone who is 50,” I say.

“I assumed that you weren’t going to be. Let’s say this about age: she’s going to be age appropriate for you.”

I swallow a gulp.

“Are you going to tell me anything about her?”

“You two are going to meet at the Beverly Hills Hotel at 7 pm, forty five minutes before your event starts.”

“I’m not going to pick her up at her house?” I ask.

“No, I don’t think that’s going to be such a good idea.”

I don’t like this. Not one bit.

“Dolly, I’m not sure that this is such a good idea. Why does she get to know who I am and will read everything about me on Google before she gets here and I don’t get to know anything about her?”

“Oh, I’m not telling her who you are,” Dolly says. “All she knows is that she’s going to a black tie event with a man who I thought would make her a good date. That’s it. You both don’t know a thing about each other.”

That sounds better. I still have a lot of hesitations.

But then I see Chloe come out of her trailer. I have a few minutes until I have to be on set, and I want to talk to her.

“Okay, fine. That’s fine. Listen, I have to go. Text me the details,” I say, ending the conversation abruptly. “Hey, Chloe!”

I walk up to her. She’s wearing a tight pair of jeans and a nice, loose-fitting blouse. It’s so sheer that I can see her bra through it. The bra is black and lacy. Incredibly sexy.

“What’s up?” she asks.

“How’s your day going?” I ask.

“Hectic, actually. One of the dresses got ruined, so I had to run it out to get it dry cleaned, but it won’t be ready in time for the afternoon scene. So, Martha and I are trying to figure out how to make it work.”

I nod, pretending like I care. Even though my mind is almost exclusively focused on her breasts and what they look like without that sexy bra.

“Everything is okay with your wardrobe though? Nothing got ruined during lunch?” she asks, looking me over up and down. For a second, I think that she’s checking me out, but then I realize that she’s just scrutinizing my clothes to make sure that I didn’t get any food on them.

“I’m a very careful eater,” I say.

“I know, but accidents happen. In the future, if you don’t mind, I’d like you to change out of them before you go out to lunch. We just don’t have any backups, and it can put the whole project in jeopardy.”

“Well, I don’t know about that,” I smile. “It’s just a suit jacket.”

“I know. It doesn’t seem like a big deal, but it is. I don’t have any duplicates. So if you get something on the pants, then we have to get them dry cleaned and the production has to wait. Otherwise the scenes don’t have continuity.”

“I’ve worked on a movie before Chloe. You don’t have to talk to me about continuity,” I say sternly.

“I know you have. But not one like this. Your other movies had big budgets and lots of wardrobe people. There were a lot of contingencies in case of an emergency. But here, we’re not working with very much.”

“You don’t have to worry about me. I’m careful,” I say abruptly and walk away.

I don’t know exactly what just happened. Did we really get into a fight over clothes? She’s right of course, I shouldn’t be wearing my ‘costume’ out to lunch, even if it is just a regular outfit. So, why did I get so rude? Why did I take it so personally?

I turn back to apologize, but her trailer is swarming with people. She’s adjusting all of their clothes, approving their outfits, making suggestions. This isn’t a good time. Shit.

Martha comes to talk to me about the next scene we’re shooting. I listen, but my mind is elsewhere. I don’t really know what’s going on, but for some reason I keep dwelling on what just happened with Chloe. There’s something about her that flusters me. Makes me lose my cool. My thoughts drift back to what it would be like to take Chloe to the Governor’s Ball instead of this date that Dolly will find for me. The idea of the whole thing sends goose bumps up my arms.

What the hell is going on, Finn? Get it together, I say to myself. You’ve been on plenty of dates before. What is it about Chloe that makes you nervous all of a sudden?

“Finn,” Martha says. “Are you listening?”

“Oh yeah, of course. I definitely think we should do it that way. Sounds perfect,” I mumble.

Suddenly, it hits me. I’m nervous because I don’t actually know how a date with Chloe would go. She isn’t like anyone I’ve ever gone out with before.