Or at least for sex.

A million years ago, the comic Marty Feldman had a skit on a comedy show wherein he traversed half the known  world by plane, boat, car, mule, etc. to get to an illicit tryst and to keep it from his wife’s prying eyes. I haven’t gone quite that far, but money aside, I’ve done some stuff just to get at some new lovely. I think the craziest was, while on a biz trip to a foreign country with some colleagues where I didn’t know the customs or speak the language, leaving a business dinner early with a “headache”, taking a taxi to a disreputable part of town to meet a couple of ladies in a brothel that was down a dark alley, changing cabs on the way, and making sure the return cab dropped me off a half mile from my business  hotel. I was this close to wearing a disguise. At least they were good lays.