I am at a party--a merging of themes. Literature and fashion. The look you must have. The book you must read. I am mingling with the crowd when I see a gorgeous man, white haired (prematurely), tall and very elegant. He makes eye contact and eventually approaches me. We begin talking/flirting and he is trying to impress me with the people he knows. I am unimpressed with his name dropping. Then he says he wants to show me something and he takes my elbow, steering me into a room where there is a display of "dress for success" books. I notice almost immediately that he is on the cover and apparently is considered a fashion guru, a stylist to the stars, or some such high profile, low intellect career. Still, he is very handsome and charming and I find myself strongly attracted to him in spite of myself. Later, at the party, I see my friend who insisted I come and meet the fabulous people, give him a kiss to thank him and point out why I am so happy. He approves of my choice and sends me back to my flirting.