Your career as a writer is blossoming, your beautiful, young fiancée is waiting to get married and rush off to Cancún by your side - so what is your natural reaction? Well, if you're a man, it's probably to get nervous and start calling up old girlfriends. And so begins a single man's odyssey through four hotel rooms, as he flies across the country in search of the perfect woman (whom he's already broken up with). In grand LaBute fashion, this by turns outrageously funny and deadly serious portrait of the artist as a young seducer casts a truthful, hilarious light on a typical young American male as he wanders through the heart of darkness that is himself. "[LaBute's] view of modern men and women is unsparing ... [He] is holding up a pitiless mirror to ourselves. We may not like what we see, but we can't deny that - if only in some dark corner of our souls - it is there." -Jacques le Sourd, The Journal News "LaBute ... continues to probe the fascinating dark side of individualism ... [His] great gift is to live in and to chronicle that murky area of not-knowing, which mankind spends much of its waking life denying." -John Lahr, The New Yorker