The Signora
That's how she addressed herself on Tinder. The Signora. The accompanying photo matched her mystique. Thirty-eight, dark hair, olive colour skin, brown eyes. Some would say an obvious fake profile. But those men and women who met her would confirm that her profile was everything but fake.
So, what was a beauty like her doing on a dating site? Let's leave that answer to the end.
Tonight's fortunate person to be in the company of The Signora was a business man, Gary Miller. Five foot ten inches, forty-five, divorced with no children. Bit of a silver fox!
He was met at the door of the French restaurant by the Maître d, and taken over to the bar where he was introduced to The Signora.
She sat cross-legged on the bar stool, already nursing a Martini and looking elegant as ever. She wore her black evening gown, that was slit down her thigh to reveal her black stockings. Gary tried...
So, what was a beauty like her doing on a dating site? Let's leave that answer to the end.
Tonight's fortunate person to be in the company of The Signora was a business man, Gary Miller. Five foot ten inches, forty-five, divorced with no children. Bit of a silver fox!
He was met at the door of the French restaurant by the Maître d, and taken over to the bar where he was introduced to The Signora.
She sat cross-legged on the bar stool, already nursing a Martini and looking elegant as ever. She wore her black evening gown, that was slit down her thigh to reveal her black stockings. Gary tried...