A sticky summer evening in a swanky restaurant in Marbella and I am poised for romance, excitement, untold wealth and a few dozen glasses of Cristal champagne. I've washed my hair, ironed my dress and put on some slap. The candles are lit, the music's on low, the waiters are hovering, and on the other side of the flickering flame sits my hot date for the night - self-made multimillionaire Scott Alexander. He, in turn, is trying to catch his reflection in the back of a dessert spoon. And fretting about it. 'I usually try on 20 or 30 different...