The One Where I’m Mistaken For A Homeless Prostitute

CommitmentPhobe and I ended up running into each other again. Hmm … imagine that. It IS a small world after all. I was still feeling bitterly scorned from our first encounter when he didn’t bother to get my number and I won’t lie, I was half tempted to ignore him. And yes, I KNOW he thought he would see me again soon and could get my number later but the world isn’t THAT small and he shouldn’t have taken the chance!

I quickly reluctantly agreed to go with him for a Hot Chocolate with Soy.

We decided to try somewhere new and drove to a very seedy part of Sydney. CommitmentPhobe found a place to park and I jumped out of his very nice car. Unbeknownst to me, we were in a “Red Light District” area of town and it appeared that a high profile client had just left me on the corner.

Before I had time to blink I was approached by a homeless man. He was very sweet? I think you could call it that … and he asked if I was hungry. He had enough food to share. Then he asked me if I had a place to sleep that night because it was going to be very cold.

I had no idea how to react. I was completely stunned. I’ve never been mistaken for a prostitute before (outside of the one time in Vegas with Shezza and that doesn’t count because it’s VEGAS and all the drunks think every girl is a prostitute.) I started stammering a response and was greatly relieved to feel CommitmentPhobe take my hand and direct me across the street.

Not long after crossing the street we discovered the homeless dude was FOLLOWING US!!! He followed us for over 2 blocks and kept trying to ask questions about my nationality, my eye color, my height etc. CommitmentPhobe being a perfect gentleman, moved his arm to around my waist, securing a position between me and the man, and politely deferred every question so that it wasn’t necessary for me to say a word.

UP TOMORROW:
Episode 3 – After the Hot Chocolate with Soy – CommitmentPhobe wastes no time …