I crave the touch of women. I’ve been alone for most of my 45+ years. Long ago I began picking-up prostitutes whenever it was convenient for me. I’ve never cheated on anyone. I so admire the variety of women out there on the strip, as well as the very unique air of ‘approchability’ they exude (for a price, I admit). The last three or four chances I had to get away and cruise the strip, for 3 or more HOURS at a time, I often salivated over the many enticing prospects, yet each time I declined to pick anyone up before the night grew so late that only a scant few were left. Each time I went home untouched, and still starved for basic human contact. It is frustrating.