He has nice brown eyes, but is not quite tall enough for me.New York, New York: Liz on a date in Mahattan He sits down. He orders me another glass of champagne, and tells me about his ex-wife.'You need someone generous,' she said, my husband's name unspoken between us, 'with a bank account, not a piggy bank'.
But then I reached the first anniversary of my divorce and, much to my surprise, having sworn off men for life, I started to wonder, with the prospect of a great big yawning new year stretching ahead of me, whether there might be someone out there for me and, if so, how on earth am I going to find him?
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.
It doesn't bode well that it's my date, and I don't even recognise him!
I think I cover up my amnesia, and he gallantly phones his driver to take me back to my hotel.