Turn ons:

Let them watch me closely while I pretend not to notice. A firm hand on my waist, a calm "take that off," a deep voice close to my neck. And let them tell me I'm doing fine when I get nervous.

Turn offs:

The impatient ones—the ones who get straight to the point without even looking at you. The shouting, the noise, the gratuitous vulgarity. She also can't stand being treated as if she already knows everything—that's exactly why she shuts down.

About me:

Hi, I'm Carla. At 49, I learned that elegance can also be unbuttoned. You’ll see me in a silk blouse with my hair pulled back, speaking softly, almost shyly, because I still feel a little flutter inside when someone really looks at me. I haven’t been here long, and I don’t know how to hide it—you can tell I’m blushing. But when the lights dim and the conversation winds down, the prim and proper woman stays at the door. Come in, sit close. And don’t rush me.