It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time

Well, it did. This is what happens when I wake up at 5:30 AM and can't get back sleep.

So after yesterday's, well, dramatic post I gave some things more thought. I came to the conclusion, while my friends and family are quite helpful, they are still friends and family which means things to get ... sugar coated. Can't blame them at all with that: they still have to deal with me, which is awkward to start without being brutally honest.

So where does a guy get an honest opinion?

Then while watching Battlestar Galactica (I know, I know, shut up) there was the episode where Apollo is "seeing" an escort. It then struck me. Hire an escort! No, not for sex (that's just something I am never going to do, it means I lose) but to go out on a "simulated date" of sorts, getting advice from a pro. Of course, I thought I would have to make it very clear that the only financial transaction was going to be for her time only. All clothes would remain on respective bodies at all times.

This is scientific research after all.

Naturally, I hit the Intertoobes and looked up the local talent. For pure looks, I wasn't terribly impressed. Then I saw some of the rates.

Lemme tell ya, if anyone says that dating someone is just as, if not more, expensive as hiring out a pro, I'm gonna laugh.

So much for that idea.