Cary Tennis, Slate’s agony auntie, answers a letter from some guy who could have hooked up, but didn’t, with a woman he calls

a midlevel business leader and newsmaker, someone who’s not a celebrity, but whose name and accomplishments most Americans would know, or know of.

The letter writer and the flirty newsmaker had a magic moment, sent provocative emails, and then she lost interest. Cary’s advice? Who cares? What matters is who is this chick?

One of the anony-mice suggests that the bewitching mogul could be Carly Fiorina, Meg Whitman at eBay, and Linda Cook at Shell. Or Wendy McCaw up in Santa Barbara. Or maybe it was Alexis Carrington Colby.