DavidF
Interestingly enough, I don't think it was actually about nice things and sex in my case.
Trust me, the 'pleasure' of going to a luxury boutique hotel, or a posh restaurant, with the staff snickering at you, and other middle aged men leering and laughing at you, because they think you're being paid to be there, isn't really all that.
It was creepy the way the older men were often were desperately keen - like Komarovsky and Lara in Dr Zhivago - for me to be publicly seen out with them. So they being socially inept and mistaking any attention for good attention got what they thought of as an ego boost, and I got the sniggers and the nudges. Or they'd try to manipulate social situations so they could 'accidentally' show me to their colleagues in a very see what I can pull way. It was really, really, fucking horrible.
Allegedly, you're meant to be benefiting from the older man's worldliness and life experience. But their worldliness wasn't all it seemed? They were relying on me not being experienced enough to call them on it?
So my 'friend' the copper was actually thought of in CID as a bit of a weirdo and wasn't progressing in his career, or my 'boyfriend' the businessman was up to his eyeballs in debt and dodgy deals.
Thinking back, I was actually not used to going out socially and just looking like and being treated like a normal person:
From my parents behaviour, I'd been socialised into thinking that every time I went out I had to 'cover' for someone behaving in an odd way, and the experience of, y'know ... just being out with a friend or a date your own age, and relaxing, and not having everyone smirking at you, was alien to me. I always thought I had to be the social caretaker of any situation, which is something I'm still working on.
And also being brought up in a very sexist family: men were entitled to get something they wanted, whereas women were lucky to get someone who was 'nice' to them and wanted them.