Here's the good news. After examining the picture found on this page, I can ascertain that Ms. Budnitz is not engaged, or worse, married. Do you see a ring? I didn't think so. Having clearly established her availability, let's continue tabulating positives. Brilliant writer. Which makes her beauty all that more difficult to stomach (her look not being that dissimilar to a certain Mennonite often discussed on these pages). What's more, she lives in San Francisco, which is at the least on the same coast. At the most, it's a reason to move.
The bad news. As a legal assistant and entirely unaccomplished (professionally speaking - I was once a sectional tennis champ), I don't feel I'd be able to go toe to toe with fair Judy on either an intellectual front or a physical one. Natural beauties like that don't come along very often, and if ever one was to cross my path, I would likely not notice, or perhaps ascribe to her some deficiency I would find appaling and thus not worthy of my (more than likely) futile attempts to bed her. Or just charm her. Regardless. If I had won the birth lottery (not that I'm complaining - I quite like living in America and not, say, some dustbin in the Sahara with my 12 dying brothers and sisters - but I mean the big one, the Powerball of birth lotteries, independently wealthy with beautiful parents and a heart of pure gold, not to mention a sense of humor and beguiling wit, all wrapped up in a veneer of humbleness and dedication to my fellow man), then I might say I have shot with Judy Budnitz. Or Audrey Tatou, for that matter. By why would I settle for an actress - a French one, at that - with her requisite fits of insanity and her character foundation of narcissism and insecurity, when I could have in her stead a woman who writes stories like "The Kindest Cut," in which the narrator discovers an old journal written by a surgeon during the Civil war who slowly becomes obsessed with severed limbs?
I see you do not have a reasonable answer to this question, and that is entirely my point.