Remember girls, when boys only wanted one thing.

You'd wake up the next morning in an abject state of shock, furious with yourself for breaking the three dinner rule.

Oh, that lonely cab-of-shame home. The hours, days and, sadly, sometimes weeks spent Care Bear Staring your mobile, willing it to ring. The adorable text messages you drunkenly composed, hoping it might snap him into action. (UJ fave: Cat got your tongue? xx)

But no, nothing, and eventually you'd resign yourself to the truth. He may want your body, but he certainly doesn't want any part of your life.

But a new, more sinister breed of men has emerged. New York's Dinner Whores - young women who use men for expensive meals - may sound dreadful, but London is filled with guys who use women not for their bodies, or expense accounts, but for their cultural cache. Ask not what you can do to your lady, but what she can do for your life.

These Lifestyle Gigolos purposely seek out girls in glamorous jobs - fashion, publishing, film - and court them during the most opportune times: Fashion Week, Hay-on-Wye, Oscars. A few weeks of fevered interest, then they bugger off after all the parties, restaurant openings and film premieres have dried up.

What's worse? Sometimes they won't even bloody put out.

Guess what, fellas? We're on to you. It's not our fault you went into a boring, safe profession like finance, law or accounting. Our red carpet existence is the result of hard graft: crash diets, credit card debt and some serious sucking up to bitchy fags. And, frankly, we're not prepared to share it anymore. From now on: no committed loving relationship, no front row.

You've been warned.