And then I'd find Ms Right, and I imagined that she would be a doctor or a lawyer. We would settle down in a house in the Oakland hills with a view of the Bay, or in an old Victorian which we would restore -- in San Francisco, above Columbus Avenue, near the Art Institute. I'd have my own studio attached to the house, and at night we'd sit on the deck and drink Pina Coladas while she told me about her cases, and I talked about my painting."