This was the catch - the relationship was on his terms.
So when a handsome man I met at a party invited me to dinner, I didn't hesitate.
'Pick you up at seven, gorgeous,' he said in a voice that was half East End slang, half Prince Charles plummy vowels. I wondered, - clickety-clackety in a pair of sparkly Gina mules bought specially for the occasion - Nobu or maybe a spot of dinner at Babington House.
He was your typical triple A personality - acquisitive, aggressive and accumulative, and having amassed a fortune he decided he wanted to own me.
I hadn't realised I was just another of his toys, and that I took second place to his hotels.
Here’s 10 things no one tells you about dating in your 50s. Men in their 50s like to complain They like to moan about the price of coffee in Starbucks, the parking, the traffic, the weather they had to fight through to get to the date…
In other words, they’ve had to make the effort to see you. …But this doesn’t mean they won’t pay for their half of dinner with a voucher they found online.The more guys you meet, the more depressing it becomes as you see a pattern emerging.None of us are getting any younger but please, there has to be more than this.Every time I started to talk about something I thought was vaguely interesting, all I could see was his permatanned neck as he looked around the room. For a start, they are not only greedy - what else could motivate them to make more money than they could spend in a lifetime - they are also mean. There was also something about a threatening legal letter from Mc Cartney's lawyers accusing Heather of taking three bottles of cleaning fluid from his kitchen. I mean, we are talking about a man who is not rich in any normal sense, but so catastrophically loaded that he could probably buy the cleaning company several times over. For a start, Macca and my multi-millionaire are that rare bread; the self-made man.I wanted to fling a Gina mule in his face - the guy was working, for God's sake. 'Kate could you leave a tip,' he suddenly said, rummaging in his pockets, 'I've left my money in the car.' What, all £3billion, I thought, as I brought out the only fiver I had left and plonked it onto the squishy chocolate mousse. Unlike the landowner rich who are so blasÈ about money, the self-made man often comes from a poorer background.Dating when you’re over 50 puts you in a whole different category.