A lonely man meets the two women who make up the composite woman of his dreams. The first one is a dark spirit who draws him in sexually and brings out the brooding artist. Is this the 'me' that he thinks he should be? Seems so, until a second woman enters the scene, fitting the mold of the perfect mate he has been constructing for years (using himself as the model, of course). He and Lady Two realize that this is IT. But when faced with extracting himself from Lady One, the task proves to be far more overwhelming than he'd imagined. How can he ever balance the drama of a rash but tangible passion with the prospect of true, enduring and patient love? His indecision and bad timing cause fatal fissures in both relationships. He ends the day empty-handed. Too much love for one hour.

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