"He'd pick me up in Como on his bike and we'd ride to Postalesio, the town where my grandmother grew up," says Diane. "We'd have a picnic, and I'd introduce him as a friend, then smile because I knew better."
"I'd like him to see the beaches in Rhode Island," says Gloria-Jean. "There's a place in Warren where we could sail all day; then we'd zip up to a clam shack for steamers and wine. A real New England date!"
"I want the whole George-in-Vegas experience," says Gina. "Glamorous clothes, a hotel suite, champagne. Can the date last a weekend?"
"Easy," says Ann. "We would eat at Il Gatto Nero, then ride his bike to Villa Oleandra. Then…well, that's between us."