ahhh, phuck it.
Take her a fun dinner in little Italy, then swing by the Beach at sunset, park at the boardwalk and have her ride your boney pokey until she shivers with satisfaction. Then talk about it over breakfast. After morning sex.
Bliss, you're right that a job shouldn't colour our relationships, but the reality is, most of us chose our professions. It ain't random and it is related to our personalities. Even if our don't accept that, what we do day in and day out inevitably changes us. Every SP I know has admitted this to some degree or another. Hell, just as those who have know me since childhood. I often get accused to turning arguments into cross-examinations.