Just got back... And I'm crying my eyes out. Not because of Paul. He was great, such a gentleman. But his "friend" asked me how much for a BJ. I didn't tell Paul, but he knew something was wrong. Why would Timothy think I was a hooker or something? I'm so upset about this. I wanted to have a good time, which it was until that. Paul and I walked in, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Had a glass of wine in the lobby before the play, it was great. Saw the play, which I thought was completely silly. Then Paul took my hand and walked me back stage. I was on cloud nine! He introduced me to a few people, no big deal (although I WAS nervous). Paul had to go to the bathroom... Timothy. I hate him.