Take last week, out walking the dogs a neighbour passed by in her car. Yet this is someone whose sons have stayed at my house, and who has been welcomed into my home on countless occasions.
Once, a well-dressed chap bought my train ticket when I was standing behind him in the queue, while there was another occasion when a charming gentleman paid my fare as I stepped out of a cab in Paris.Another time, as I was walking through London’s Portobello Road market, I was tapped on the shoulder and presented with a beautiful bunch of flowers.Even bar tenders frequently shoo my credit card away when I try to settle my bill.While I’m no Elle Macpherson, I’m tall, slim, blonde and, so I’m often told, a good-looking woman. But there are downsides to being pretty — the main one being that other women hate me for no other reason than my lovely looks.If you’re a woman reading this, I’d hazard that you’ve already formed your own opinion about me — and it won’t be very flattering.
For while many doors have been opened (literally) as a result of my looks, just as many have been metaphorically slammed in my face — and usually by my own sex.
I’m not smug and I’m no flirt, yet over the years I’ve been dropped by countless friends who felt threatened if I was merely in the presence of their other halves.
If their partners dared to actually talk to me, a sudden chill would descend on the room.
Taken: Samantha with her French husband Pascal Rubinat.
Ten years her senior, he takes great pride in hearing other men declare that she's a beautiful woman and always tells her to laugh off bitchy comments I work at mine — I don’t drink or smoke, I work out, even when I don’t feel like it, and very rarely succumb to chocolate.
Unfortunately women find nothing more annoying than someone else being the most attractive girl in a room.