It was a brunette shoulder length wig that had bangs. He said that the hair framed my face beautifully. He then stood me up and walked me over to his ...ull length mirror. I didn’t recognize myself. I was mesmerized. I actually looked really good. Hot even. I was so amazed at my appearance that I didn’t notice he left the room. A flash of light removed the spell I was under. I turned around and there he was holding a Polaroid camera in one hand and shaking the photograph in his other hand. He. He was already getting her superannuation. Now with his significant Army pension, retiring as a Colonel with 30 years' service, he had more money coming in than he could possibly spend and that didn't count his investments.He was a multi millionaire but with no partner to share his life, no family and few friends because of all the moving he'd done as part of his service. Sure he'd made lots of friends and colleagues from his Army days that would only be too happy to share a glass or three with. ‘Well,’ He began, ‘From what I can see you’re not wearing any make-up which means you want people to appreciate that you are who you are. You’re nervous because you’re not really used to doing this sort of thing, which means you’ve recently been through a break-up. I’d say he messed you up good and proper because you have very little confidence in yourself. Your not wearing a skimpy little outfit like all the other girls here and yet I noticed you the minute you walked in.’ At this point I was. Neither of us was in a position to take it beyond that, and it's been just fine for us.At any rate, after a long communication drought (life DOES happen), we connected last Wednesday night. Ironically, neither of us could sleep, and each chose to logon. I noticed a pop-up on my social media, so started messaging. That led to a video call, and that's how my wish list has gotten smaller.Our texting was somewhat "colorful," referencing body parts/functions/activities. Before we knew it, we were.