Yeah, I guess so. But don't tell that to the senior accountant that just left my apartment tonight. She knows I don't want a relationship but she still comes over for a quicky on her way home from work. Or, gig #4 who bought me dinner last night then followed me home after work. Another girl (gig #2) just got off the phone for an appointment at my place tomorrow. I help them feel good, they appreciate my service. My total cost: A box of condoms and 2 glasses of water. Oh, I love this place. Sometimes I think there really is a Santa Clause.