Allan Alexander Amador Cervantes was never interested in love or a life partner. 

If he was, he would have settled down with a woman he knew long before me. 

No. The love doesn’t matter to him. Love is just a weapon, a tool, a means to an end. 

His real interest is fame, wealth, association with the elite. Even if “elite” means something better than what he was born into.

Money. An audience. That’s it. 

That is why he is willing to invest in chores serving the elderly, as a gigolo, dealing with their quickly-changing biological needs.

He’s willing to clean the incontinence, stroke crepey skin, create a public spectacle of himself dating women his mother’s age. 

I used to argue, “Look, I’m going to age quickly. Aging becomes exponential the older one gets. Do you really want to deal with that?”

I explained to him how my own friend who dated a woman 25 years his senior…how resentful he became toward her for her aging and caring for her as she approached the last years of her life. 

Allan said he didn’t care. 

He didn’t care because it wasn’t about logic and life partnership or love. It was about money. And it still is.