"A woman walks into a crowded Manhattan bar and meets a nice southern gentleman." That sounds like the beginning of a bad joke or the beginning of an intriguing love story.
At first meeting, Avery Marshall and Jeremiah Logan, have nothing in common. He's from Alabama and she's a native New Yorker. He loves steak and potatoes and she's trying to loose ten pounds. He thinks her curves are sexy and she loves his accent.
However, their mutual attraction is pointless, because he's only in town for a few months. But how much time do you need to know you've found the "one"?