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 anything better than what he was born into.

Money. An audience. And someone to teach him to fuck. 

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

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 his obligation to care for her aging needs while he was still in his prime. 

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.

He can get sex from anyone after he’s learned from seasoned women.