Blair\'s life wasn\'t supposed to be like this. She had it all planned out--start her career, get married to a man that loves her at age 30, then have two kids. But when she wakes up one stormy morning with a hangover, she sees blood in her bed. Then she realizes she\'s no longer a virgin.
The memory of the night comes to her in pieces. She remembers a man--no, men. Several of them. But she can only remember one of the faces. He\'s tall, he\'s sexy, and his name is Jazz.