It Was Great Not Getting to Know You

Years ago, a man I knew through work told me that he sometimes paid for sex. No, he wasn't hiring "escorts" or picking up prostitutes on street corners. In his job, he sometimes met women who were facing financial difficulties. He would take them to dinner and then offer them money to come to a hotel for sex with him.

There wasn't anything obviously weird about this guy. He had a pleasant face and looked healthy and clean. His grammar and manners were good. He had a good job and dressed well.

I said, "I don't see why you need to do that. There must be lots of women who would like to be involved with you." His answer was, "I don't have time to cultivate relationships."