Bailey McMillan's life is a mess. The general public blames him for his former employer's nuclear pollution, resulting in professional disgrace. Humiliated, he takes a job as an editor at a science magazine run by his best friend, John. That part isn't so bad; Bailey is fond of John, who seems to find Bailey's abrasive nature amusing. Unfortunately, working for John also leads to writing an astrology column in exchange for getting free rein in some op-ed articles—and then being sued over one. The (totally coincidental) accuracy of the column offers opportunity for further professional disgrace if anyone discovers its author—and then Bailey digs himself a little deeper. In an attempt to prove astrology is bogus, he agrees to an experiment to date someone from each star sign. As if that wasn't bad enough, Bailey's got a stupid crush on John, who stubbornly insists on a detailed breakdown of every date—bad and otherwise. Bailey's luck has to improve sometime... right?
