"In 2013 I was a divorcee in my early 40s in need of some financial advice. I was living in Canberra and a friend recommended a polite, plain-speaking accountant who came to town from time to time. That's how I met David. He was a handsome, jovial fellow with sparkling blue eyes, not quite a silver fox then, but a few years my senior."
"At some point between sorting out my taxes and asking where I wanted to be financially in 10 years, he noticed I was wearing hearing aids and went on to tell me what a hard time his ex-wife and stepson gave him about his hearing, and anyway, wasn't I far too young to need them? I explained, perhaps a little curtly, that I'd worn them since I was eight so he shouldn't be so silly as to think they'd make him look old."
"On the day of the appointment the receptionist mistook us for a married couple and addressed me as Mrs Stephens. There was plenty of blushing on my part, but David, being a great flirt, had a great time playing with the idea. When we went for coffee afterwards, David was still running with the Mrs Stephens routine. I'd been admiring the audiometrist's high heels and he was making jokes about how he'd be able to make sure I had a shoe closet in my financial"
In 2013 a divorced woman in her early 40s living in Canberra sought financial advice and met David, a handsome, jovial accountant who visited town occasionally. He was tall, well dressed and flirtatious; he noticed her hearing aids and joked about being too young to wear them. He joined her at a specialist appointment where the receptionist mistakenly addressed her as Mrs Stephens, and he played along. After coffee and dinner they continued flirting, and he invited her to a wedding. A few weeks later she attended a family wedding in Brisbane with a man she barely knew, aware of his two previous marriages.
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