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Anna was (fruitlessly) looking for a morally upstanding man of strong values in a dating scene of bankers, property developers and the inherited rich.(Insert your own needles and haystack joke here.) I was, equally fruitlessly, looking for a happy and contented woman in a dating scene awash with bored mature students, frustrated ‘undiscovered’ actors and depressed public-sector apparatchiks, who would tell me they were going to get started on writing their first novel ‘any day now’.She carefully handed me the hefty sized pie (which I’d bought from the Fortnum & Mason deli counter earlier that day) unaware of just how much I’d paid for it in order to find a middle ground between her cosmopolitan wealth and my still oft-provincial foodie preferences.Getting to her feet, she stepped out of the shadow of the tree we had been lounging under in the more fashionable eastern end of Hampstead Heath.Anna, at the age of 41, had never seen one before her first picnic with me last week.The look on her face as she examined it suggested an inner feeling that a long and sustained run of good fortune in her life had just come to a sad and very sudden end.If you’ve just jacked in your career in banking to retrain as a life coach or a mountain guide, then you’re probably not rich any more.But if doing this (rather than complaining about your current predicament) means you’re a happier person, then not only are you a massive success in a much more important way but you’re also a colossal rarity on the dating scene.
She does all this while having a social milieu that runs from outings with her personal shopper in Mayfair to first-class flights to New York for holidays with her friends.
Not that I would have remotely been considered eligible for inclusion in that upper realm of online dating.
Anna’s various companies have a yearly turnover of around £120 million; I earn about £45,000 a year as a freelance writer and radio presenter. She drinks champagne; I drink prosecco – often from Aldi.
Well, one reason, of course, is that she doesn’t know about the last part of the sentence that you’ve just read.
Another is that, despite her not revealing her wealth in her dating profile, I figured having looked at the quality of her clothes in her photos that I should up my game a bit beyond a happy-hour bottle of Sauvignon Blanc in Soho.
‘I should probably never introduce you to pork scratchings,’ I blustered, as we walked to the car park. Anna and I met each other on a dating site 18 months ago.