Adrien Field

Sometimes you just want to go on a date and there aren’t any exciting prospects lined up so you’ll accept an invitation from a guy who looks like Janet Reno’s nephew.

Eventually, one comes to the realization that the tradeoff is one-sided, the married man has his family and his lover on the side; and you’re still alone for the majority of the time in your apartment, waiting to be taken out and played with at his pleasure.

But should you wish to trade meaningless sex for his and his towel sets, actually finding someone who wants the same comes with more obstacles than Lindsay Lohan’s path to sobriety.

I have a close friend who in one week went from being a homeless couch-surfing fitness instructor to living in a fabulous apartment near the beach and driving a Porsche while decked out in the latest Valentino.

If you live in Los Angeles or New York, you might also think about joining a cult that rich people like, such as Scientology or Landmark Education. I was recently invited by a client to one of these meetings and found that they were replete with entertainment industry professionals and fertile ground for networking.

The truth is that I simply cannot imagine life without dinners at the Beverly Hills Hotel, weekends in Malibu, first class travel, or any of the other myriad material pleasures that money can buy.