For love, for sanity.

If there's anything I've learnt about women over the years, it's how they would almost do anything and everything for the man they fancy, much less love.

Case in point: long-suffering wife of an old school friend of mine who decided to become a social escort just so to help alleviate his debts owed to a number of banks because of bad speculative calls and a failed business. And this, despite his philandering ways back in the days when they were still "made", by his standards.

And it's pretty odd that she got found out through yet another friend of mine who was arranging for one heck of a party to entertain a group of East Asian business associates on their trip to Singapore recently, and lo and behold, he recognised her immediately.

Of course, the usual awkwardness was there, because how the hell do you put up with a bunch of guys groping the missus of someone you knew over the years, and how much more so that, because you were a paying client, she had to "entertain" you as well.

I didn't ask what if that friend of mine ended up fucking her as part of the transaction-- it would be pretty weird for me to, especially since the woman in question was a friend's spouse; you simply don't ask details like that.

But as expected, it was a case of hush-hush: she didn't want the husband to know what she was doing, and she confided in the other friend that she had told him she'd taken on a job with an events and PR company, meaning she would have to work nights-- a believable lie, and if you think about it, she's not too far off in her job description, except she'd probably omitted to add that being groped by lusty hands and sex-for-money was part of the deal.

I don't really feel sorry for her, or for the friend (the husband obviously), because I believe she probably doesn't want you to feel sorry for her. There is also something I read somewhere about the pride and dignity even amongst those who trade sex for cash. Furthermore, she'd probably made a conscious decision out of her own free will, and I'm sure she would have thought about the consequences regardless of whether or not she would be found out: some way or another, he was going to know, and in a place like Singapore, tongues wag a lot faster in certain circles than a change in the weather.

Incidentally, according to the friend who was the paying client, the agency featured a bevy of ladies from various nationalities, many of them spouses or partners of expatriates who ran into financial challenges in recent years.

What I do know is with this information at hand, it would be really weird the next time I get invited over for dinner at their place. Figuring out how to deal with it.