Just pick up the phone, and within 20 minutes, voila! A woman delivered to your door faster than a pizza.
There's a complexity to prostitution that contradicts sweeping generalizations. I bring it up not to get into the diverse opinions on the topic. Instead, I think of the novel I'm writing and editing: Like Jazz.
We read romance novels for many reasons. Some of us want to feel as if we're the only woman in the world, the only person who can hold the interest of our beloved. Some of us want to feel, period--to have a few hours away from the numbness of chores, work and noise in our lives. Some of us want the adventure and excitement a good storyteller can provide. Some of us want to identify with an intelligent and courageous woman who wishes to feel safe when allowing herself to be vulnerable, and bold when daring herself to take what she wants.
A romance novel celebrates falling in love: of feeling scared, thrilled, tongue-tied, daring, found. It revels in the emotion.
The investment will take more than 20+ minutes and cost far less than a visit from a Vegas call girl, but I'd like to think my readers will be able to connect with my characters in ways that make them feel valued and valuable, hopeful and maybe a little happy--emotions you can't order from a toll-free number.
But, hey, if that fails, there's always 866-LVGirls.