escorts.
Darren was surprised that a man this handsome and with his stature would even use an escort service. The clientâs rationale was simple: He paid for a service, the woman provided that service, and there were few complications.
According to the client, he could pick the women online, or as a member of the VIP club he could have a private showing in his home, which he had done from time to time. Many of the women made 1000 dollars an hour or 5000 for the entire evening. According to Darrenâs client, it was worth every penny.
No drama. No courting. No arguing. Simply the company of a beautiful woman, stimulating conversation, and as much sex as a man could stand. Shit, itâs like an all-you-can-eat buffet with the perfect foods, Darren thought.
Darren asked the client in the session earlier today what his problem was if he was so happy with the service that was provided. The client explained that between the cost of Viagra and the cost of women every other night, he figured he had a problem. He wasnât going broke, but at five thousand a night, four or five nights a week, by fifty-two weeks in a year, he was spending close to one million dollars a year on just courting women. Darren thought to himself, Are you kidding me?
Of course he couldnât say that out loud. Again, Darrenâs opinion had no place in therapy. However, he did find this case quite interesting. He and his client worked on his compulsive behavior and discussed his issues with greed and obsession with sex.
As weeks passed, they came up with a plan to wean the man off the escort service. The first step was to cancel his VIP status. The next was to use the less expensive women, and perhaps only see a woman once a week. The third step was to get into other activities or hobbies such as running, tennis, going to the gym or something that he used to do years ago that he didnât do anymore. Darren surmised that the client needed a healthy outlet; something legal that could keep him focused.
Darren then asked the client when was the last time he asked a woman out on a date. A real date. Surprisingly, it had been quite a few years. Darren asked the client if it was because he lacked confidence. The client stated he simply didnât have the time. His company was one of the top in the nation and to keep it on top he had to give the business all his focus.
His board of directors and chief financial advisors told him they thought the escort service was a great idea. The financial department looked for ways to write it off. As far as they were concerned, it might have cost the company a million dollars, but the client was a multimillionaire and the company was making billions. It was an intriguing story, one that stayed on Darrenâs mind long after the session was over.
Before leaving, Darren took the clientâs membership card away from him. The goal was to take a step each week away from the escort service, and one step toward finding a real woman to have in his life. The clientâs goal was to find a real woman; someone that could provide more than a service to him.
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A real woman. Ainât that something? Here I am telling someone how to get their love life together, and here I am with no one to call my own, Darren thought to himself.
Darren had money, good looks, a great car and now, a great career. He had women that pursued him doggedly. He had great physical chemistry with some women. He had amazing friendships with others. Getting a woman in his bed was no problem. Giving a woman his heart . . . that was something altogether different.
He acted tough on the exterior, like nothing bothered him. He acted like he was happy. On the outside looking in, he was. He was the type of man who seemed to have it all together. Many men would kill to live his lifestyle. Still, every day for more than a few years now, at least once a day he found himself thinking about her, and what she might be doing.
Darren
Darren was surprised that a man this handsome and with his stature would even use an escort service. The clientâs rationale was simple: He paid for a service, the woman provided that service, and there were few complications.
According to the client, he could pick the women online, or as a member of the VIP club he could have a private showing in his home, which he had done from time to time. Many of the women made 1000 dollars an hour or 5000 for the entire evening. According to Darrenâs client, it was worth every penny.
No drama. No courting. No arguing. Simply the company of a beautiful woman, stimulating conversation, and as much sex as a man could stand. Shit, itâs like an all-you-can-eat buffet with the perfect foods, Darren thought.
Darren asked the client in the session earlier today what his problem was if he was so happy with the service that was provided. The client explained that between the cost of Viagra and the cost of women every other night, he figured he had a problem. He wasnât going broke, but at five thousand a night, four or five nights a week, by fifty-two weeks in a year, he was spending close to one million dollars a year on just courting women. Darren thought to himself, Are you kidding me?
Of course he couldnât say that out loud. Again, Darrenâs opinion had no place in therapy. However, he did find this case quite interesting. He and his client worked on his compulsive behavior and discussed his issues with greed and obsession with sex.
As weeks passed, they came up with a plan to wean the man off the escort service. The first step was to cancel his VIP status. The next was to use the less expensive women, and perhaps only see a woman once a week. The third step was to get into other activities or hobbies such as running, tennis, going to the gym or something that he used to do years ago that he didnât do anymore. Darren surmised that the client needed a healthy outlet; something legal that could keep him focused.
Darren then asked the client when was the last time he asked a woman out on a date. A real date. Surprisingly, it had been quite a few years. Darren asked the client if it was because he lacked confidence. The client stated he simply didnât have the time. His company was one of the top in the nation and to keep it on top he had to give the business all his focus.
His board of directors and chief financial advisors told him they thought the escort service was a great idea. The financial department looked for ways to write it off. As far as they were concerned, it might have cost the company a million dollars, but the client was a multimillionaire and the company was making billions. It was an intriguing story, one that stayed on Darrenâs mind long after the session was over.
Before leaving, Darren took the clientâs membership card away from him. The goal was to take a step each week away from the escort service, and one step toward finding a real woman to have in his life. The clientâs goal was to find a real woman; someone that could provide more than a service to him.
Â
Â
A real woman. Ainât that something? Here I am telling someone how to get their love life together, and here I am with no one to call my own, Darren thought to himself.
Darren had money, good looks, a great car and now, a great career. He had women that pursued him doggedly. He had great physical chemistry with some women. He had amazing friendships with others. Getting a woman in his bed was no problem. Giving a woman his heart . . . that was something altogether different.
He acted tough on the exterior, like nothing bothered him. He acted like he was happy. On the outside looking in, he was. He was the type of man who seemed to have it all together. Many men would kill to live his lifestyle. Still, every day for more than a few years now, at least once a day he found himself thinking about her, and what she might be doing.
Darren
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