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He was arrogant, chauvinist, ageist and obnoxious - but had a nice-looking face. He was in his 30s. After our date he hounded me with keen texts and messages which proceeded to become smothering. Next up was coffee with a guy who lived in Australia. He would often fly back to the UK though, so it could have worked. He was over for a business trip and saw me literally a couple of hours before his flight home. We had a nice chat and loads in common, but he never got in touch after our date.

It seemed doomed to be honest as he lived so far away, but he was promising as a person. He seemed the sort of guy who had just earned his money honestly and was short on time to meet new girls. The glamour, prestige and promise of excellence surely attracted him to Berkeley. I was invited to meet with the founder, savvy, assured Mairead, and consequently had several conversations with her chirpy right-hand woman, Jo. I was probed in detail about what I was looking for - and what I would settle for.

Berkeley make sure to match you up as closely as possible to someone who fits your specifications. But women should be aware they may get matched up with men who are frequent jet-setters and international businessmen. While glossy dates are surely on the menu, they may miss out on the cuddles on the sofa intimacy that comes with dating someone with a less high-flying job. Following my experience of the service, I have discovered I would prefer to meet more local people, and not limit myself to only who can afford the eye-watering fees.

Berkeley can surely work for a different type of woman. One who is extremely cash-rich, time-poor and willing to travel continents for love. Who wants someone who can match her in all aspects of life. Just like the men. Kylie, Online Dating Diaries blogger for MailOnline Online dating sites are used by millions of singles across Britain, and are much cheaper than expensive agencies, but can they boast the personal touch?

As for Tinder, Mairead gives it very short shrift. Back in , my friend Kerry, tired of my moaning about my single state, had told me about an upmarket dating agency that takes on only high-achieving rich people. And so, just before Christmas four years ago, I meet Mairead Molloy. Irish by birth, and having made a fortune in hotels, she now divides her time between Cannes and London.

Five years ago, with an address book positively bulging with successful but often lonely men and women, she decided to set up a dating agency.

Otherwise, the qualities I am looking for are pretty standard: She tells me I seem to have narrowed my options to Paul McCartney but, rather valiantly, accepts the challenge to help me find Mr Right.

She never sends clients photos, but instead supplies a brief resume of their qualities. She has, she says, an instinct for knowing who will hit it off. My first date takes place in London. Mairead phones to tell me about M, who is 46, in wealth management, whatever that is, and a divorced father of two grown-up boys.

He lives between London and Oxford. I go to a lot of trouble to prepare for this date. I buy a black lace skirt and silver platforms from Prada, and get my hair done. I invest in a Hollywood wax, and an all-over light sheen of fake tan. When he arrives I am disappointed: He has nice brown eyes, but is not quite tall enough for me. God, I think, this is awkward. He orders me another glass of champagne, and tells me about his ex-wife. I hobble off into the night on my shoes and text Mairead: I think I looked pretty good.

Who are these men expecting, Elle Macpherson? Contrary to popular opinion there are, according to Mairead, a glut of rich, single men in New York. I agree to meet P at a restaurant on Madison Avenue. I sit down at a table. He arrives, and although he is indeed tall and dark, resembling none other than Mr Big, I know in less than five seconds that I will never fancy him. But, after a few minutes, and much to my surprise, I start to enjoy his company immensely.

What do you look for, I ask. He says women in New York are only interested in how much money a man makes. The test is what they look like straight out of the shower.

But I can tell he fancies me, this despite his lack of curiosity about me, and his disconcerting habit of continuing to talk into the remote of his mobile phone. After two hours, he pays for our drinks, apologising that he has to leave for a dinner engagement. We say our goodbyes and I go to freeze in the snow, trying to hail a cab.

My final date, back in Britain, is a disaster. Mairead calls and asks whether I am interested in someone aged 40 who is in politics. He is at the table, already sitting down.

He stands up; there is little difference. Why are men so short these days? I ask whether he keeps the fact that he uses an upmarket dating agency quiet, but he says no, why not use an expert to help him get what he wants?

Do men really, in the 21st century, think those sort of women are an asset? He gets nervous when I say this. An hour and 45 minutes later, he asks for the bill. I offer to pay half, and he lets me, which makes me think: I learn a lot on my dates.

That, despite money and success, men are as clueless and fearful about meeting potential partners as we are. Advertisement Share or comment on this article:


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