The other hooker story of the week comes from a friend. We'll call him Tommy. Tommy was going out with this woman for over a year and everything seemed to be sailing along just fine.

Tommy did confide to me that she had a few sexual issues, but other than that, it was pure bliss: there was talk of tying the knot, having babies, a white picket fence, a thick mortgage, blah, blah, blah.

Everything lovey-dovey, right? Until she pops the question: "Have you ever been with a hooker?"

Tommy felt that his relationship was really strong, built on solid trust. So he admitted he had been with a hooker, even though it was two years before he met His Girl.

But "his" Girl wasted no time cutting right to the metaphorical kick in the cajones:

“Get out you disgusting pig! I'm sick to my stomach I was even with you...I could never be with someone who was with a hooker!”

Tommy wanted to talk about it, but she would have no part of it – there's the door buddy, don't let it hit you on the ass on the way out.

He tried to phone after D-Day, but she never returned his calls. Ever. (Cue Violins, please.)

Hypothetical: If this is how a lot of women would respond to the answer, then a lot of guys are in trouble, and forewarned: Honesty might not always be the best policy.

And now there's several of you who are saying: “Not me. I'd never pay for it.”

Well you know what, dude? We've all paid for it before, it's just been under another guise. Ever heard of wining and dining someone?

But, f*ck that, I'm not talking about relationships here. I'm talking about one thing: getting laid. Sometimes that's all we want to do, right? And sometimes it's simpler, if you do just want to have sex, to pay someone who's an "expert" at it.

“The beauty of a hooker," says Tommy, "is that you don't pay her to have sex with you, you pay her to leave afterwards.”

What relationship?

Let's face it, Babes-For-Pay have been around for centuries for a reason: To appease our animal desires, period. I'm not sure who is taking advantage of whom. Or if anyone is taking advantage of anyone. Maybe, no matter what you think of it, it's just a business deal between two folks. True, business isn't always pretty.

BTW, the already forgotten Eliot Spitzer was no different than any man. All of us would love to have sex with Ashley Dupre. Unfortunately, for Spitzer, he was the one who had to leave afterwards -- because the brain in his head, never measured up to the one in his penis.