TL;DR I went on a date with a camgirl. Butt plug drawer.
I met her on a dating app and I am fairly naïve, I initially thought that "camera model" meant she modelled for some ecommerce or something. Maybe the night before the date I was excitedly telling a friend, and they regretted to inform me that no in fact she did porn. I'm fairly open minded, and she was really cute and I enjoyed the conversation so I went for it anyway.
We decided on getting sushi, and she mentioned she didn't have a car and if I could come pick her up. I said fine since I was driving about ~40 minutes to get into the city anyway so I might as well come grab her. She gets into my car and am immediately assaulted with the smell of cigarette smoke. A slight turn off in most cases, but this happened to be the same brand my grandma smoked so my very first impression is "Hmm, this girl smells like my grandma".
Moving on, we get to the sushi place and have a lovely time. The food is good, the conversation is great. She has similar taste in music to me which is rare and I love talking about it. However, we get to a point and she brings up casually "By the way, I'm married. He knows I'm dating and is OK with it." Oh boy, I know this is a big red flag due to experience now but at the time I thought oh well seems like its fine. Marriage is just a piece of paper in this case. Also horny brain.
Rick and Morty had just come out, and we were on the subject of how much we enjoyed it. She invited me back to her place to watch it with her. I thought that sounds great, let me go back to this strange girls apartment what could possibly go wrong. She lived in a fairly old building, and we went up this old rickety elevator and down a fairly disheveled hallway to get to her place. I walk into her living room and she apologizes, she had just moved and had very little furniture. All she had in her living room was a table, a rug, and a tripod to hold a camera which I assume she used for her shows. Adorning the walls were self portraits painted by her, the content being her naked masturbating. Laid on the rug was a spanking paddle with the sole of a boot on it. OK, now I'm scared.
We sit down on her rug and she gets out her macbook and places it on the table in front of us and she boots up some Rick and Morty. She has a cool ass cat that I pet for comfort, and I notice one of his claws has come out in the rug. I pick it up and move to the kitchen to throw it out so that nobody steps on it. As I near the garbage she mentions to not open the drawer immediately to my right. "Careful, thats my butt plug drawer." I get maybe one or two butt plugs, but why an entire drawer dedicated to butt plugs? Also, why is it in the kitchen? Future reasoning has lead me to believe maybe proximity to the dishwasher. Are butt plugs dishwasher safe?
After a few episodes we get bored and she starts up on how she is beginning to get into tarot card readings. She insists on giving me a reading, even though its one of her first times doing it. I don't really believe in that sort of stuff, but whatever floats your boat. She proceeds to give me a reading and tells me I'm more or less an asshole who is going to "die" and be born again in the near future. At this point I am at my breaking point, and I tell her I have work in the morning and that I have to go. We exchange pleasantries and I head back to my place, filled with anxiety about where I am headed in my life.
She messaged me once after that to hangout again, but I never ended up going for it. I feel somewhat bad about not being more straight up about how I felt, as I know how it feels to get ghosted. She was a really nice person, and even though it was my worst date it was probably one of my best at the same time. I hope she's doing well.