I have always been a bit of a shy girl. Growing up I was never the outgoing one, but I longingly watched my more outgoing friends and dreamed of being so pretty and sure. It never seemed like such confidence would happen for me, and that I would live my life as that quiet wallflower in the shadows. To this day, I am still a rather reserved woman, not at all the type you would expect to be call girl.
However, that is precisely what I am. For the last three years I have been working in the call girl business. I got my start a bit late in comparison to the others I know in the field, though I look much younger than I am. Even though I wanted to get into call girling for years, I was terrified to take the first step. What if I wasn’t good enough? What if I was still that shy and awkward teenage girl, rather than a confident enough lady to make it work?
Eventually, my desire to break out of my shell and do what I had always wanted became too great. I took the leap and contacted an agency for an interview. Going in, I honestly thought they would turn me down. While very attractive and young, I am not as young as the other girls I saw them advertising. Perhaps they would think the men would be uninterested in dating me.
That didn’t turn out to be the case, at all. On the contrary, they told me it was refreshing to see someone older than twenty-one walking through their doors, and that it would appeal to many clients. Not every bloke who comes looking for a date to accompany him to an event wants to be seen with a nineteen-year-old on his arm. It is too obvious that she has been hired for the evening.
Not only did they accept me to their agency, but the woman asked me if I wanted to start that day. I was shocked, but she reassured me that I might not even get any nibbles and should just relax. If a date did come on, all I had to do was “be dazzling”. I was unsure of what that meant, but agreed.
An hour later, I had a call on my mobile. One of the other girls couldn’t make an appointment, and I was going to fill in with a man she had not yet met. It was a simple arrangement, just coffee at a cafe in central goa to see if we clicked. If so, I could expect more dates.
When I arrived at the cafe I was shaking, but refused to back down. I had wanted this, now I was going to do my best. The man was already waiting for me, and I was pleasantly surprised when I saw him. Unfairly, I had always thought of men who hired call girls in goa as unattractive or awkward. He was neither of those things. Handsome, charming, successful…those were just three adjectives to begin with.
Over the next couple of hours I learned he was also witty, kind and preferred hired call girls in goa to major social events because they were the most “beautiful and engaging” women he had ever met.
“You are certainly those things,” he told me with a wink.
I ended up seeing him for nearly a year before he had to move out of the country for business reasons. He couldn’t have been more perfect for my first client of my first day working as call girl. He gave me confidence in myself, and I have never lost it.