She meets men at clubs and parties and they instantly fall for her, but after a few hours of talking they turn around and shes gone - just before they could get her number. No one the man asks can tell him who she was. The only thing left of her is the smell of her perfume.
Some say there is only one Keating, and she travels throughout social gatherings across the world to give hope in love to down-trodden men.
Nice, you gonna see her again?
Can't, she turned out to be a Keating.
B: I know, what a Keating.