Teena

I've been told I have a talent for making men confess things. It's true.Give me an evening and a decent bottle of wine, and I'll know more about you than people who've known you for years.Teena. Early 40s,London raised,West African blooded, and built like a rumour.I'm the woman at the bar you talk yourself out of approaching. This is your shortcut.

I like my evenings the way I like my men: interesting,well-mannered,and slightly undone by the end of the night.We'll start with drinks.I'll watch you over the rim of my glass while you talk, and at some point you'll lose your train of thought.Everyone does.In private, I'm something else entirely. Attentive in ways that ruin other women for you.I don't say that to be cruel.I say it because it's true,and because the men who come back always tell me so.I see very few people.

When I'm with you, there's nowhere else I'd rather be.That's only true because I'm careful about who gets my time. Regulars get the best of me.Newcomers get one chance to be interesting.London keeps me, but I travel well. Anywhere in the UK, anywhere in the world, if the invitation is written properly.Write to me.Make it worth opening.