My first encounter with a prostitute

I was eighteen years old and experiencing my freshman year of college. It was a late night, and as I drove away from the school campus, I noticed a young girl hitchhiking on the side of the road. I remember thinking, "Oh my gosh! Is she crazy, it's ten-thirty at night and these roads are dangerous! Must be a college girl without a car!"

Naturally, I pulled over and offered her a ride. She was this tiny, petite blonde headed girl, but wasn't quite dressed for school. Short skirts were in, though. I asked her, "Where are you going?"
She responded, "Where are YOU going?"
I was like, "um, home..."
She said, "I'm going this way."
At this point... I was completely naive... I had no idea who she was.... and she could tell, I think.

She said to me, "Do you like dates?"
"the fruit, date?" I asked in confusion...
"No.. um... "she snickered...turned in her seat, trying to look at my eyes..."Like dating... going on dates... you know.."
"Oh,... um.. yeah, depends on who its with," I answered.
"Want to go on one now?" She smiled.
I was getting a little nervous about where this was going..."Um... It's really late, and I need to get going home.. I have to be back at school at 7am," I told her to let her down easy.
...She frowned... then responded.."It can be a quick one!"
"I'm sorry," I interrupted..
"Are u sure," she said, "I need to make a quick fifty bucks!"
......
GULP! WHAT?????

I was like... "um! First of all... I don't do that! and if I DID, I sure wouldn't pay for it!!!!"
At this point I just wanted to get her out of the car as fast as possible. There was a parking lot up ahead, and she asked me to drop her off there.

As I stopped the car, I told her that whatever reason she needed the money, God would provide it for her, if it was a needed cause. I told her to lean on him. I shared Jesus with her. I prayed with her. Although she didn't get saved, I hoped I planted a seed. I told her she was worth so much more than she could ever imagine (and I don't mean money! ha) - in God's eyes... I told her that he valued her...

She left... I wanted to clean my car with sanitizer, but I knew that wasn't very godly. She was a real person. She had a real heart. She had real brokenness... she needed healing from a real God.

... I was still disillusioned by the time I got to school the next morning. I made the mistake of telling one classmate... by the next day, the entire class cracked on me. What was I thinking? It was a journalism class... they eat this stuff up.