Escorts and cocaine
I like having s** with escorts and doing cocaine. I’m engaged, have a well-paying job which garners significant prestige. When I go away on business, away from my fiancé, I like getting high, feeling like I’m on top of the world and then calling an absolutely beautiful woman of my choice, tell her what to wear and when to show up to my hotel room, and then f****** her senseless. Then I get on an airplane and go back to my ‘normal’ life. A few months later I repeat. I love the anonymity of it—for some reason, it has to be with a high-priced escort. I can’t go pick some chick up from a bar, I have to be in control and get exactly what I want. For me, the thrill is not in cheating but in the casual s**. I love the fact that I get to rail some dime I met ten minutes prior. There are some men and women who can’t have s** with strangers—for me, that’s part of the thrill. It’s terrible, I know it. Exploiting women and paying them for s**, regardless of how much I pay them (which is usually between $4-700/hour), they’re still being exploited. With that said, will I stop, I don’t think so; absolutely not. It’s a long road to ruin, I know it.