But am I being naive in thinking sugar daddy dating is simply a case of click and collect, or are online arrangements one step away from selling yourself to the highest bidder?
‘I’d like to meet a man who is open, kind, sensual and laid back, someone with a good sense of humour and a glass half full attitude.’ It didn’t take long for the messages to flood in but my enthusiasm was dented by the standard of ‘millionaire’.
Most looked more like welders from Clacton-on-Sea than hedge fund managers from Knightsbridge.
I was asked, within three message exchanges, by a man from Solihull, my thoughts on anal sex (dinner first, at least please) and invited out for lunch by an elderly gentleman who lived in Yorkshire who then sent me a picture of himself holding a fish with a message ‘joking’ about how tight Yorkshire men were with money.
London Honey77 seemed like as good a profile name as any, given that I can rarely be bothered to travel outside of the M25 for a date (not even for bags of gold) and I’d imagine it was ‘honey’ (ahem) most men were looking for.
Here’s what I wrote on my profile – ‘I am a positive, fun-loving girl from London looking to meet somebody for good times, interesting conversation and plenty of fun.