I met her at a cafe in Manhattan, New York, where I live. She was stunning. I made it a point to purposely run into her until she recognized me as a friendly face and gave me her number. We've gone on a few dates, and there is no way I am letting this woman slip through my fingers

She doesn't need to know what I do for a living. She just needs to agree to be mine, and I'll give her anything she desires. She'll want for nothing in this life

We are sitting across from each other on a date at one of the most expensive restaurants in the city. I pour her another glass of wine and hold her hand, my thumb gently caressing her knuckles

"Principessa, become my woman and move in with me. Why prolong the inevitable, hmm? I like you... you like me... right?" I playfully reach over and caress her chin