It leaves one pondering as to how so many middle-aged rich guys manage to get a beautiful young woman on their arms?
They do make odd couples but seem to be madly in love.
So why did I not run away as soon as I found out he was an egotistical maniac? Besides, he was a welcome relief from all the wimpy new men I had been dating.
I was sick of being asked what I wanted to do, of being the one who made all the decisions. Like the alpha male in a wolf pack who walks with head and tail erect, Mr Rich would enter a room with such confidence your heart skipped a beat.
The women feel safe and care for in the company of the rich guy, and they certainly do not mind his age.
Thus, the guy with the biggest cave will always get the girl.
At the top of the stairs that night, the PR who had organised the party whispered the name of each new arrival, so he could greet them like long lost buddies.
I counted quite a few famous industrialists and a smattering of celebs that evening, all of whom he schmoozed with a ruthlessness I had never witnessed.
His superior attitude kicked into my submissive side and I found myself troweling on make-up at 11pm, because he had just arrived from New York and wanted to see me.
Well, we did arrive at a rather posh hotel, only it turned out my date owned it, along with about 200 others.
As I stepped from his BMW convertible onto the cobbled drive, tripping and practically twisting my stilettoed ankle, he had already shot off inside - rich men seem to move and talk quicker.
It must have cost a fortune, but in his mind everything was an investment, and this case the return was worth it. While men desire women who look like Meg Ryan, recent studies confirm that women are attracted to men who look as if they have wealth, or the ability to acquire it. His house had one of those home cinema screens and a wall of DVDs.
Think of all the new contacts he had made, and how he could show off his impressive collection of 20th-century art - I counted at least six Cy Twomblys that evening, a couple of Picassos and if I am not mistaken there was even a Rauschenberg in the loo - subtext: I am so rich I don't care where I put my paintings. Super-mates, whether the stick thin model or rich man, are not accessible to all, which is why when one of them invites you to dinner, you feel as if you are being allowed into a special club. I used to spend whole weekends watching the entire Doris Day collection in his sitting room, which was three times the size of my entire flat.