It’s a bachelors life

It began with an awkward phone call: “Would you like to, um, go bowling with me?”
“Go what?”
“Go… uh… bowling. Would you like to bowl with me? I’ll pay for everything, of course.”
“You just want to go bowling?” She was incredulous.<br />
“Kind of like a sweet, you know, all-American date,” I said, a nervous cramp in my chest.
Silence.
“Yeah, I’ll go bowling with you. What time do you want to go?”
So it was set. My first date with a prostitute would be at a bowling alley in west Broward. We could talk about whatever she wanted. Do whatever she felt like doing. As long as it didn’t involve anything even close to sex.

So this guy dates a few hookers, no sex just the date and he spends $100 per. The way I figure, it’s actually cheaper than a real date. Plus at the end of the date you just go separate ways. No need for fake pleasantry’s, pretending she was attractive, her ass wasn’t huge …

Broward – Palm Beach Times