Hijinks with a whore
My worst date ever was last night. This is going to be quite long, for which I apologise in advance.

Last week I was fortunate enough to swap mobile numbers with a very attractive young lady in a night club. Unfortunately it turned out that she's just started on 'the game', although to her credit she was surprisingly up front about it (no, it wasn't one of those sort of 'night clubs', I know what you're thinking).

She was absolutely stunning and I've been single for ages, so I thought to myself, "It's OK, I'll try and persuade her to stop doing it, and if she won't then forget it. She says she's only just started out and it's only 2 nights a week, so she's probably only had 3 or 4 clients". Big mistake.

She texted me yesterday saying to come and pick her up from work at 10:00, and then we'd go out and hit town. Sat in the car outside the brothel for what seemed like ages but she didn't come out, and her mobile was switched off, so I eventually plucked up the courage to go and knock on the door. I asked if she was there, and the guy said "No, she's busy with a client at the moment. Come in and wait, if you want".

Sat at the bar waiting, and she came down after 10 minutes with a fat man in his 50s. She explained to me that she was the only one working that night so she had to stay later, and went straight back upstairs with the next client. I sat at the bar like an idiot until half past sodding midnight, paying £5 a time for a glass of coke, watching her going upstairs with a steady stream of customers, most of whom looked like social misfits of some sort. Some of them were even trying to get it on while they were still downstairs in the bar.

Eventually I had a reality check and realised that being single is probably better than going out with a prostitute, and I left. Just glad I never kissed her on the lips (either pair).
(disaffected, Fri 22 Oct 2004, 12:50, Reply)