Our relationship, I note, has suffered because we don't spend enough time together (not surprising really, since she doesn't exist).
She has declined to tell me her name, so I have to think of her as her web sobriquet.
This is how I find myself waiting for "Sophia Loren".
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Despite this, she still seems keen to flirt with me.
In the end, we agree to part and she wishes me luck and assures me I'll find the perfect paramour. This was like having a meeting with a new accountant with a helping of self-disgust thrown in.She wants instant gratification even though we've exchanged only a few words online.But in the modern world, in which the internet has become a vehicle for all manner of impropriety, she regards this kind of behaviour as perfectly acceptable.I wonder if anyone has ever read this, seen the wisdom of it and decided not to join. "I'm witty, charming, handsome and modest, and I'm kind to animals," I write, hoping this description will have a fairly broad appeal, and also include a recent photograph.Your picture can be viewed only if you give a password to the person with whom you are conversing.Later on I'm perplexed when she sends me two flirty text messages.