I'm a dancer, a romantic, an avid golfer. I've roamed the fairways all over the world looking for you. You are gorgeous. Friends say I'm handsome. I live in a gated community. I entertain often. If you smoke we have nothing in common. I don't have but like dogs. Come live with me in my pool home, right on the Atlantic. Entertain often; you can be my hostess. Everything takes on heat, ardor, he watches her buttocks in golf slacks. She is svelt, neat, hits the ball cleanly. So much economy of motion. How is it, he asks over lobster at the Tides, you have no income? I smoke, he confesses, an occasional Cuban cigar. I play bridge once a week, I need a partner. No games.