I have an age range of 23-33 on my online dating profile which I believe is broad enough to catch me the girl that I'm after. The beauty of life is that we're all attracted by different things, but one trait that has never been on my radar is the older woman. Maybe its my obvious fear of commitment, but I like the energy and care free attitude that comes with dating younger girls, although last night was an exception to the rule....

If I'm honest, I was sure she would be high maintainance from our email conversations, but I'm a sucker for a pretty face. She drove over to a bar that is a 2 minute walk from my flat, so I really had nothing to lose other than a few hours of my time.

She was 24 years old and living on her own in Mayfair. For those that don't know, this is one of, if not the, most exclusive addresses in London, reserved for the super rich. It is probably only 5 miles from where I live, but worlds apart.....and I think her sat nav was telling her that as she must have called at least 5 times on the way over to ask directions.

As I was guiding her in from the bar I saw a black Range Rover pull up over the road. Definately her. I knew she worked for a hedge fund, but without sounding too sexist, there is no way a 24 year old girl can afford to live in Mayfair and drive a Range without a little help....from Daddy no doubt.

As she headed into the bar, I could almost feel the class barriers crashing. Although I was lucky enough to go to private school, I ended up coming out of the education system with what can only be described as a slight Essex accent. Lets just say I'm more Danny Dyer than Prince Harry, although I have huge affection for my favourite Royal.

I was dressed in jeans, a t-shirt and timberlands. She turned up looking like she was ready for a night at the Opera. Long black leather gloves, a cravat and a pair of shoes on that possibly cost more than the bar we were in.

Although I had been presumptuous about the type of girl she was, it soon became apparent that I was correct. Daddy was a celebrity in Malta and mummy was a Dutch model. She had come to the UK by herself about a year ago and although I have respect for anyone who sets out on their own, it does help to ease the loneliness when papa buys you an apartment in Central London to reside in and  ships over a customised Range Rover for you. Its hardly the same as staying at the local YMCA or getting a Greyhound bus between destinations.

We started talking about previous online dates and it was evident that her theme was anyone with a bit of money, mainly hedge fund CEO's or Investment bankers. She told me that working past 28 years of age was not an option as by then she would "have a man to take care of my every need". Poor fucker. He'll be getting sex once a year or when she wants kids and thats his lot. She was so self absorbed I almost felt sorry for her as it clearly was beacuase the parents had given her absolutely everything, but then I looked out of the window at her car and the pity soon faded.

She wasn't drinking and the more alcohol I have, the worse my accent gets. By the end of the evening, I felt like Oliver Twist. I was almost tempted to ask her if she'd sponsor me - she could tell her friends she helps a poor Cockney fellow out for charity. 

Although I take everyone at face value and I'd like to think I'm fairly easy to get on with, could I see myself quaffing champers at a polo match with Tarquin and Henretta talking about country retreats?.....well yes, for sure, but someone may end up releasing the hounds on this South London oik so I'll stick to what I know....

I'm out with the air stewardess again this weekend. It maybe my second online dating break up if she carries on with the pressure questions and I only joined up less than 3 months ago. Not great statistics.