Prosty

There's something fucked up about dating a prostitute. I saw a movie recently called, "The Girlfriend Experience" about a glimpse of the life of a high class escort in NY and there was a scene where she was eating dinner with her boyfriend after coming home from being with a client and she was telling him about the client's car or something, and I thought to myself, 'man, that guy is crazy, I would never date a fucking hooker. how insane is that?!'
well...I'm over a week into dating a hooker and she truly is the sweetest girl. At first I thought it was funny. I would head downstairs to the bar and JD would jokingly say, "where's the wifey?" and I would reply, "off to work..she had to go give some handys." we'd laugh and start chatting about something else as if it was no big deal that the girlfriend if off fucking random dudes for money.
...but today her and I were eating lunch and some shaved head tat'd up muscle dude walked by and she jokingly pointed to him and said, "ohhh sexy man, i think he customer." and at that moment reality hit and I got really annoyed about the whole thing. all i could think about was sweet little gif going down on that guy and bending over to let him beat it up. she had to work in an hour too, so i thought to myself, "what the fuck am i doing?!" and blurted out, "we go now." and drove her back to my apt so she could grab her shit and bounce.