No, no, no. It’s whp-shhhhh. [/pedantic]
I don’t like your girlfriend. She’s mean. 
Well - I enjoyed the dialogue and found it well-rendered, fictive or not tho it may be. Well done from a writing perspective, sir…
and I seem to recall that thread - something about a woman you were interested in, but the barista snappy-pattered her way into the situation and you ended up with her number? So that is SkaldGal? Verrrry Interrresting - how long have you two been an item? I seem to remember you thinking your age diff’s would be too prohibitive - so I am inferring that you have found that not to be the case?
Inquiring minds want to know… 
From the SFist
Living in a country with legal prostitution and high-quality investigative journalism, I can answer that one (at least for Germany.) According to the ladies in a TV feature a while ago, it’s all about the legs. Pants aren’t an option because that would drive away all customers. So they wear miniskirts over flesh-colored leggings that look a bit like tights… with some imagination… at least from a distance. If neccessary they wear multiple layers with openings in the relevant places. In the budget-oriented segment they wouldn’t undress anyway. Jackets on the other hand aren’t that problematic.
Thank you, I had the same thought. Making fun of hookers, yeah, that’s the height of wit. She sounds like an overly clever teenager trying to be edgy. I wouldn’t put up with it, but apparently Skald thinks it’s cute. Now. I wonder how much he’ll like it when she gets mean with him, which is where these things inevitably go…
Ah, well.
I think you took a major risk talking to the prostitute. If she were an undercover cop, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if you found yourself explaining to a judge, who’s already heard every excuse in the book, that it was all a gag.
I used to live across the street from a corner frequented by prostitutes. I passed them on a daily basis and observed their behavior from my window. I could always tell when undercover cops were on the scene, because they were attractive and wore clean clothes. The real prostitutes in this city are crack-addicted, AIDS-infected skeezers. I learned from a friend whose brother is a cop that these undercover officers drape a sweater or jacket nearby as a sign to other cops that they’re running a sting.
Stay away from prostitutes. They aren’t interested in $20 for oral sex. That’s not how they make their money. They’re interested in your wallet. The pimp is never far away and you don’t want to meet him. Stay away from undercover cops. They want to make arrests.
That’s nothing. I was once chased down the street by a hooker who bore an uncanny resemblence to the title character in the film Big Momma’s House. I’m not… entirely certain what she wanted, but on the off-hand chance it was a business opportunity, I quickly calculated that she had far more “affection” than I felt personally capable of negotiating, and legged it around the corner post-haste.
Oh yeah. The OP sounds like he just pulled into NYC from some little hamlet where they roll up the sidewalks at 8:00pm.
If you’re walking/driving down the street and a young lady asks you for a date, do a "Nancy’ and just say no. You never know who you’re talking to.
Save all the “witty” stuff for you girlfriend.
She was being mean with him. She called him stupid several times, then played the vagina card. Either Skald is a glutton for punishment, or Beth is able to suck a bowling ball through a straw.
Meh, I’d hang out with her.
You’re right, she was mean to him, but he is still in the honeymoon stage where he thinks it’s affection. She must be really hot. The cute/mean thing is really enticing for some guys at first, and then it gets old. Unless, as you say, he’s a masochist, because cute goes away, but mean is forever.
Hell, if my ex-GF were as snappy & funny as that, and less alcoholic than she (ex-GF) was, I’d have married her years ago.
The first time I was propositioned I was either 16 or 17 I think. I was downtown and walking back to my car. A very skinny, cracked-out looking black hooker crossed the street to where I was. The dialogue consisted as follows:
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Yes” (lying)
“Have you ever been with a black girl before?”
“Nope” I thought this was a pretty funny thing to ask and I almost started laughing.
“Can I have a ride?”
“I don’t have a car” (lying)
That was it, I had a good laugh over it later.