Don't ask me why. I don't know why.
I have fallen in love with a h*****. Just a plain prostitute. No, she's not a high-class call-girl. She's not an escort or a courtesan. And she's certainly not Julia Roberts in "Pretty Woman". Not close. She's just an ordinary street-walker. I mean, she's a great lay, don't get me wrong: the s** is incredible. But there's nothing about her that, at first glance, would make you think she IS anything beyond what she DOES. I picked her up downtown one night about two months ago, as she was standing at a corner. I had no intention (or hope) of making any permanent connection: I just wanted a BJ. And the one she gave me was spectacular. But I kept going back for a few weeks and eventually fell in love with her. I know she'll freak, but I'm going to take her to dinner this weekend, and I'm going to ask her to marry me. Why? Because I love her, but I really don't understand it even myself.