







Imagine this. It’s our first date and I tell you to meet me at the hotel bar. We wine and dine and converse… at the end of the night you’re hopeful I invite you back to my room. But instead I smile warmly, pick up my glass, say goodnight, and retreat to my room. Only to take off that backless dress you’ve been imagining taking off all night. Dipping into a warm relaxing bath and letting go for the night.
How soon are you texting me for round 2?