So last week I posted that I thought I had accidentally started dating a prostitute. I guess I am, now, because last night we went out for dinner.

>tfw first ever date is with a prostitute
>Get to her house and she gives directions to some restaurant I have never even heard of
>Get there
>It looks like the most upperclass posh building I've ever seen
>Get in
>Get given a nice little table in the corner
>Menus come
>No prices on them
>"Uhh I'm not sure I can afford this place..."
>She says it's fine and that she's paying anyway
>Order the Kobe beef because I heard that was supposed to be nice
>She gets some pasta thing and some drinks
>Time to pay
>"That'll be $385 thank you"
>My entire fucking face when
>We drive back to her place
>I collapse on the recliner because so tired
>She lays ontop of me
>mfw we fell asleep cuddling together on the recliner
>She gets a call at about 3AM
>A client
>She asks if I can drive her to and back and that she'll pay me for it
>She gives me 10% of what she made for doing so
>I've done this a few times now and have already made more money that way in one week than I do at my 9-5
>Go back to hers and do copious amounts of drugs

I really don't know what's happening with this 'relationship' but I don't feel bad about it?

Also for those of you that said I should get tested, I did, and I came back all clean.