I worked in my local pharmacy, but I always felt I deserved a better life.
A recent survey showed most women still dream of marrying a millionaire.A year ago Kim Perez, 43 and working in a chemist’s shop, set out to fulfil that ambition.Here she tells ANNA PURSGLOVE how she succeeded …Last spring, I flew to New York for a date with a man I had not met before.As I walked towards the arrivals lounge I frantically smoothed down my clothes, fretting that my carefully selected wardrobe (Moschino shirt, Mulberry holdall and fake-but-convincing diamond earrings) wouldn’t be showy enough to impress an American multi-millionaire.The simple fact is, I’d spent months changing my appearance, and even my accent, all so I would meet a rich man.And if that sounds shallow, then let me explain a little about my past.
I come from a very humble background and left school with no qualifications.
I married my boyfriend Steven, a mechanic, straight out of school and, aged 20, gave birth to our daughter Claudia.
This, after all, was a man who owned a penthouse in Florida, a ski lodge in Colorado and a business pad in New York.
He ate in top restaurants, drank the finest champagnes and, I was sure, could have dated any woman he set his sights on.
But he wasn’t dating any woman, he was dating me — a pharmacy counter saleswoman from the dull old town of Brigg in North Lincolnshire.
And, yes, I’d targeted him not just because he was attractive, but also because he had serious money.