I like to think start-ups offer some unique experiences to their employees. Work that makes you grow as a person. The sort of thing your dad smiles at and points out all that extra hair on your chest.

There's a certain high-level manager at a Valley startup. His team just launched. Everyone's high. Super-buzzed. Nice party. I have a little printed crib-sheet. John. 43. B-school. Wife left. Couldn't handle being a married single mom. Has visiting rights to his daughters, but doesn't have time to exercise them.

It's my job to go home with him. Make it all worth it. Usually these guys are into wife-play. As in, I play the role of their ex. Give them a taste of a still-sizzling marriage for a night. "New honeymoon vibes" is what my boss calls it.

Basically a tailored prostitute for guys who royally fucked up their personal life. Because that's how the modern startup views itself: a family surrogate, and I'm just another extension.