I can see two choices here for the ladies
Mr Emirati comes to pick you up,immaculatey turned out, dressed all in white, smelling of Cartier and driving his brand new shiny BMW X6 to whisk you off for dinner at the Royal Mirage.
One of you two lecherous old gits turns up, unshaven, driving your shed and smelling feintly of wet dog holding the tantalising prospect of a drive thro Big Mac Meal. And if we're really good and stick to the rules you'll throw in a caramel sundae.
Difficult one, that.
Lets add the reality to this one shall we:
Mr Emirati comes to pick you up, immaculately turned out in a dress, smelling of fake cartier from his sweat shop factory in Sharjah, driving his brand new shiny Black Mans Wheels X6, that he doesn't own yet and will be paying off for the next 6 years as he already has 3 wives at home and a stable of gullible expat girlfriends around town who all believe that 'Their Mohammed is Different' and whisks you off for a dinner at the Royal Mirage where he gets bulk discount because he takes a different girl there every night, then takes you home and parks up expecting to get his end away just because he bought you an over priced dinner and has a penchant for white meat...
This clean shaven lecherous old git turns up in his immaculately turned out, if a little dented, however owned lock stock and smoking gravel, Grand Cherokee or 110 Defender that is still clean inside and smells of Connolly hide and frangipani, and whisks you away to Smiling BKK where the food is reasonably priced and simply delicious in an artistic and quirky environment and spends the evening gazing into your eyes across a candle lit table, listening you your stories and woes, tutting when needed and encouraging without prompting, then drops you back at home without any expectation of reciprocated services because he is old and wise enough to simply enjoy the company of a smart, pretty, witty female...
Now you choose.