With private jets, luxury mansions and £10k shopping trips, the question is, who wouldn't?
But, Caroline Kent discovers, this lavish lifestyle can come with a serious price tag - and we're not just talking money.
Like lots of us do these days, I met my boyfriend on a dating website.
After we'd exchanged a few messages, I saved his profile photo and put it into a search engine and that's when the penny (many, many pennies) dropped.
Honestly, at first, it put me off, because it hadn't been my intention to bag someone like that, and I couldn't help but think, 'What on earth does he want with someone like me?
' But when I met him at a very chic restaurant in Mayfair, he seemed extremely normal.
He was looking for a girlfriend but had less time on his hands to meet someone, and an unwillingness to hang out in bars flirting with anyone who came his way.
Within a week of us dating, he was telling me to give up my job as a struggling writer so that we could hang out whenever he wanted. Over the next few months, I was flown around the world on a monthly basis to meet him, from Africa to Italy to Dubai.
We never flew together, because we were rarely in the same place at the same time, but I was too caught up in my new life to care.
He had more self-confidence than any man I had ever met, and it was refreshing to be with someone who knew exactly what he wanted. I fantasised about our future: that we would be treated like royalty, that our lives would be shared and, though I didn't bring a bunch of cash to the table, the things I did bring would be acknowledged.
Looking back, I should have known from our first date that he wasn't a normal guy.
His habit of ordering four main courses in quick succession after trying a mouthful of each and deciding it wasn't to his taste was the first indicator that perhaps, like the Michelin-star food he sent back to the kitchen, I would never quite be good enough.