I did go mental initially, like a kid in a sweetie shop, spending crazy money. In my second phase, common sense has taken over.
Exactly, the same happened to me.
I thought women were a commodity, a status symbol, I could puff myself up at the thought that "I have a courtesan in my arms". I felt chuffed that they would trust me with privileged information like their real names. I thought I was special; that they actually felt something for me.
One day, I saw a girl in Nice, she advertised herself as "elite" and "exclusive" and that she only ever saw "one very distinguished gentleman" per day. I had a very soothing and relaxing afternoon with her. When I left, she pressed her lips to mine and smothered me with kisses, and whispered how much she wanted me to come back to her soon as "I was so very special to her". I really did think that I was something special to her; that she could be my Mistress.
Leaving her, I was on a high and I went to a cafe-restaurant that was right opposite her apartment block just to find my legs again and calm down from the high. Half an hour later as I was about to leave, what do I see? A well dressed man with a bouquet of roses going into the same apartment block, I hung around and sure enough, the lights in her apartment came on and through her curtains I could see the profile of the two of them together.
I admit I was naive in thinking that a courtesan was different or better than a prostitute or that she could ever actually have any feelings for me. Now I know that it's just a marketing name.
I've lost my naivety and now I just deal with it as a transaction, money for sex.