Eventually he asked if I'd like to continue the evening in his hotel room. Matthew didn't want to rush things, so we just slept together.I couldn't imagine wanting a full-time, committed relationship ever again.Six years ago, I typed 'older men, younger women dating' into an internet search engine.I didn't want to become someone's dirty secret.'What I didn't see as I was tottering out of five-star hotels in Louboutin heels with more cash in my purse than I knew what to do with was how these experiences were warping my view of relationships.' I was ushered into a changing room with a glass of champagne and a red dress, black leather and velvet panel dress, tailored trousers and silk shirt. He emailed me one evening when he was working in London and invited me for drinks at the Dorchester hotel.We drank martinis and chatted about American politics.It was the summer of 2007 and I was on a blind date with a 42-year-old Canadian property developer who had paid for my return flight from London and the hotel.All I had to do was turn up and hope chemistry would take care of the rest.
I was dressed casually in cut-off jeans, a summer shirt and flat shoes, and carrying a battered old suitcase that looked horribly at odds with the luxury lobby.With a kind smile, Greg said: 'I'll let you go to the room alone and settle in.'All he knew about me was that I was 29, lived in London, was a TV news producer and new to internet dating. I felt excited and nervous in equal measure about my first international blind date. More shockingly, I did it with three men, two of them simultaneously, and became addicted to a dating lifestyle of Michelin-starred restaurants and luxury travel.