Hi,
I will be traveling on a business trip t Bangalore and was looking to get some info on latest trends, reliable providers and prices. I am also interested in overnight or weekend companionship...
Thanks in advance!
s.m
- spice_monsoon
- 09-03-2012, 04:43 AM
- easyguy2010
- 02-07-2013, 01:28 PM
did you find anyone
- Mrinal
- 02-20-2013, 09:10 PM
try with them
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- acchu69
- 02-21-2013, 07:24 AM
Try craigslist posting. you may have some luck in finding girls there..
- SanjayManager
- 02-27-2013, 08:23 PM
http://www.bangaloregirlfriendsexper...bangalore.html
But I have to confess to knowing the truth about this sordid profession - because eight years ago, I succumbed to the lure of paying for sex. Over the course of 18 months, I spent all my savings - 10 lacs - on high-class escort girls in bangalore. Before I go any further, let me make it clear that I am not in the least proud of this.
I'm ashamed of exploiting women, and of having supported a degrading, dangerous industry. I don't expect anyone to condone what I did. But now, after many years have passed, I want to explain why I was propelled into that addiction - and why so many other men are, too. The statistics say that one man in ten men uses prostitutes, and not all of them conform to the stereotype, as my own case suggests. I had a comfortable, middle-class upbringing in bangalore, where my parents were both Docters. I went to one of Karnataka's top universities, and I now work successfully as a Bussiness man. The clues to why I was drawn into such an a moral world lie in my disastrous relationships with women up until that point. At school, I was a bit of a nerd. At 14, for example, I was publicly humiliated by the popular girl I fancied.
She told me to meet her in a secluded corner of the playing fields, and then ambushed me with her friends and shouted: 'I wouldn't go out with you if you were the last person in the world.'
The years that followed brought a series of similar rejections. My shyness, if anything, got worse as I got older. Things didn't improve much when I moved to bangalore in my early 20s. Meeting women wasn't a problem; the hard part was meeting them twice. All told, in the Nineties, I've worked out that I was stood up on 27 different occasions.
I couldn't for the life of me figure out what was going on. I wasn't a horrific-looking chap.
Hooked: I enjoyed the thrill and convenience of hiring escort girls.
I was physically fit, funny and, with a good degree, had reasonable prospects. Yet life was one big round of 'You're too nice' and 'I don't want to ruin the friendship'.
Things perked up for a while in the mid-Nineties, On the back of my successes in bussiness, I embarked on my first serious adult relationships. But each one fizzled out. I was an intelligent young man with my whole life ahead of me, but by the time I got to my late 20s I felt as if my life was falling apart. While my fellow comics progressed to bigger things, it was clear that I didn't quite have what it took. They weren't the only ones moving on. By the time I was 29, virtually all my friends had got married and were either having kids or moving out of the city. Then, to top it all, I started losing my hair. With it went the last vestiges of my self-esteem. When I hit 30, I hadn't had a GirlFriends - or even a kiss - for three years. I was starting to feel desperate: lonely and with little to look forward to. One area of my life that was going well was my finances. After years in low-paid jobs, I'd just started my first decent full-time bussiness in real estate in bangalore suburbs, (I was living in shared rented accommodation) and no GirlFriends, my outgoings were minimal.
It was like going on a really expensive date, but one where you were guaranteed a goodnight kiss Without really intending to, by 2000, I had saved up several lacs. At about this time, I read an article in a magazine about escorting. I'd never seriously thought about paying for female company: my image of the sex industry was of Mumbai Red light area, but in reality here in bangalore it was very safe and very clean. You visited the girls in plush, rented apartments; you were paying for companionship, not sex. It was like going on a really expensive date, but one where you were guaranteed a goodnight kiss. That night, I went online and looked up a few escort agencies. I was scared, certainly, and a little ashamed. Was I really capable of this? But everything the article said seemed to be true. I looked at my empty bed. I looked at my empty diary. And I looked at my bank statement.
Then, heart pounding furiously, I picked up the phone.
As I waited for an answer, a thousand terrifying thoughts flashed through my head. I was scared of what my friends and family would think if they found out.
I was scared of being arrested (I was unaware, at the time, that what I was doing wasn't technically illegal). And I was scared that the girl I arranged to visit would turn out not to be a girl at all, and an thug waiting to rob me. Then the person at the other end of the line picked up. It was a female voice - calm, professional, friendly.
Glamorising prostitution:
She asked me who I wanted to see, when, and for how long. It felt like booking an appointment at the hairdresser. I made more effort for that first illicit rendezvous than I ever had for a real date. I went to the gym. I used a tanning machine. I had a haircut, bought some new clothes, and read all the papers so I'd have something interesting to talk about. It sounds ridiculous that I prepared for such a sordid sexual transaction in such a way, but I really believed the disclaimer on the website: 'We offer only a legitimate introductory service for beautiful women. Anything that takes place afterwards is a matter of choice between two consenting adults.' Two days later, at 8pm sharp, I arrived outside an anonymous-looking flat in a well-to-do area of Indra Nagar. As I triple checked the address scrawled on the Post-It note, I thought about going home. But she was waiting for me now. Besides, I was curious. I took a deep breath and pressed the buzzer. The door was opened by Radha , the girl pictured on the website. I'd chosen her not because she was the prettiest, but because she had the friendliest face and she didn't disappoint. She took my coat and led me into the living-room. I handed over the envelope full of cash: INR 30,000/ for three hours. Radha went into the other room to make sure the money was all there, called the agency to tell them I'd arrived, then poured drinks and sat down. I told her I'd never done this sort of thing before. She smiled and said she could tell. Within minutes, she had put me completely at ease. I tried to spin the conversation out as long as possible - we talked about the area, how my day had been but when I finally ran out of words, she walked over to me, kissed me, and led me to the bedroom.
When the three hours were up, I thanked Radha for her time, she thanked me for being 'sweet', and I walked to my Car. I won't deny that I felt seedy. For the first time, I'd just paid for sex. At the same time, there was an unmistakable thrill of transgression. And the actual experience had gone remarkably smoothly. I'd spent an evening in the company of a beautiful woman, and she hadn't rejected me. I went to bed that night feeling a little less unwanted, a little bit better about myself. Did I feel guilty? Not really. And I confess I hadn't dwelled on the thorny issue of why this girl might be sleeping with strangers in Indra Nagar . Frankly, like a teenager, I was just revelling in the experience. From that night, I was hooked. I went to bed that night feeling a little less unwanted, a bit better about myself Escorting seemed the answer to all my problems. It was exciting. The sex was always safe - although I got myself tested regularly for sexually transmitted infections just in case. My reasoning went like this: why should I hang around trying to pick up women in bars when I could meet far more attractive women with no risk of getting hurt emotionally? Over the next year and a half, I visited 16 different escorts, some of them several times, and spent almost everything I'd saved over the previous few years - around 10 lacs. Each time, like the first, I treated it like a real date. I was always courteous, I always bought flowers and beer, and I always paid for an extra hour so that I could get to know the girls first. Sometimes we had dinner, sometimes we went out for a walk. Once, we sat down and watched Cricket. It was only on my fourth visit that Sowmya, a cute, funny 26-year-old, laughed and told me that no one else did that; most people just paid for one hour, got straight down to business, then scarpered. But I liked doing it this way. I was deluding myself, of course, but it felt normal, almost like a real 'GirlFriends experience'. So began a life in which I carried on working and seeing my friends, but existed with this big secret that I knew I could never divulge. The only girl I visited regularly over those months was a 27-year-old from Chennai whose professional name was Shreya.
Pretty Woman Had a fairytale ending but reality is very different for real life call girls She was just my type: petite, brunette, with a gorgeous figure. And maybe she was just very good at her job, but she seemed to like me, too. She told me her real name - Nandhini - and all about her glamorous other clients: For my 30th birthday, I'd thrown a big party with 90 guests in Mg road , but I'd ended up going home alone. So when my 31st came around, I was determined that wouldn't happen again and booked a whole night with Shreya. What the hell, it was only INR 30,000/. The morning after, I woke up to find a cup of tea and a gift-wrapped box on the bedside table. When she had found out that it was my birthday, Shreya had gone out and bought me a Gift. It was an absurd gesture, but I was really touched. I was convinced, after that, that Shreya and I had a special connection. Maybe the whole Pretty Woman myth was true. Maybe, if I played my cards right, I could persuade her to quit escorting and be with me.
'Do you think,' I asked her on my next visit, 'that if you met the right person, you might give all this up?'
Shreya put down her drink and laughed.
'Well, it's not my ideal job. But I have got used to the lifestyle. If I did give this up for a man, he'd have to earn twice as much as I do. And I earn two lacs a month.' She never did come and watch me do stand-up. I'm ashamed to say that for about a year, I had felt that my time with these girls had been relatively harmless - and mutually beneficial. But one incident changed all that. One night, I went to visit an escort called Ramya at a flat in Ulsoor. I was too immersed in my own self-pity at being single to worry about anyone else's feelings I handed over the cash . Everything progressed as normal, until halfway through the evening Ramya said: 'I am very happy you came here tonight.' 'Why's that?' I asked. 'Because you are nice.' I smiled, but she continued: 'And also because now I can pay my Rent.' The words were like a slap in the face. In a year of visiting escorts, this was the first incontrovertible evidence I'd heard that not every girl did escorting because they enjoyed it. Some of them were doing it because they had to. And even though Ramya seemed to like me, even though I had helped her out in the short-term, I was helping to perpetuate that situation. Perhaps I'd been naive not to notice anything amiss before; perhaps I was just too immersed in my own self-pity at being single to worry about anyone else's feelings. But the truth is that up until that point, I had genuinely been convinced that all the girls I'd seen were selling their bodies entirely of their own free will. On this occasion, I consoled myself with the thought that I'd paid enough to last Shreya until 2012, and put the doubts out of my head. I made one more trip after that, to see Kushbu , a mesmerically beautiful lady in Koramangala. During our chat, she told me she was 20, from Mumbai, and had been a model. But as she sat on the bed and started to undress, I noticed a glistening in her eye. I didn't know if she was doing this under duress, if she was pining for her modelling days, or if she'd just had a rough day. But one thing was for sure: she really didn't want to be there. This, I realised, was my greatest fear. Not catching a sexually transmitted disease, but meeting a sex worker who didn't want to be a sex worker. I handed over the money - and then, to coin a time-honoured phrase - made my excuses and left. I never paid for sex again after that. But, however dreadful this may sound, the confidence I'd gained from those experiences stayed with me. I felt ready to face the world again.I took up hobbies - singing, books , bar nights - and met new people.
I asked more women out on dates - and, this time, a few of them turned up. None of them turned out to be The One, but the signs were encouraging. Last summer, my quest for love took me back to the internet - this time, to an online dating agency. And within a month, I'd met the beautiful, caring, fabulous woman who is now my GirlFriends. A couple of months into the relationship, I told her about my escorting days. Once I'd reassured her that it had all happened a long time ago and would never happen again, she was understanding.
So I told my friends, too. Some were surprised; some were surprised I bothered to mention it. Then came the hardest confession of all: my parents. After spending an hour working out what I was going to say, I called them. They were pleased I'd told them, they said; they'd suspected something was wrong. Many people say that men who use escort girls hate women. That may be true for some; but in my case, I believe those escorts stopped me hating women. I feel gratitude towards those sweet, beautiful girls for the warmth they showed me. Guilt, absolutely, that I helped perpetuate an industry that is unregulated and potentially unsafe - but also gratitude.
I firmly believe that while some sex workers are escorts by choice, thousands of others, like Shreya and Ramya, are not. And the fact is, when you book an escort, you never know which you are going to get. And that's why I'll never again try to re-create the 'GirlFriends experience'.
http://www.bangaloregirlfriendsexper...bangalore.html
But I have to confess to knowing the truth about this sordid profession - because eight years ago, I succumbed to the lure of paying for sex. Over the course of 18 months, I spent all my savings - 10 lacs - on high-class escort girls in bangalore. Before I go any further, let me make it clear that I am not in the least proud of this.
I'm ashamed of exploiting women, and of having supported a degrading, dangerous industry. I don't expect anyone to condone what I did. But now, after many years have passed, I want to explain why I was propelled into that addiction - and why so many other men are, too. The statistics say that one man in ten men uses prostitutes, and not all of them conform to the stereotype, as my own case suggests. I had a comfortable, middle-class upbringing in bangalore, where my parents were both Docters. I went to one of Karnataka's top universities, and I now work successfully as a Bussiness man. The clues to why I was drawn into such an a moral world lie in my disastrous relationships with women up until that point. At school, I was a bit of a nerd. At 14, for example, I was publicly humiliated by the popular girl I fancied.
She told me to meet her in a secluded corner of the playing fields, and then ambushed me with her friends and shouted: 'I wouldn't go out with you if you were the last person in the world.'
The years that followed brought a series of similar rejections. My shyness, if anything, got worse as I got older. Things didn't improve much when I moved to bangalore in my early 20s. Meeting women wasn't a problem; the hard part was meeting them twice. All told, in the Nineties, I've worked out that I was stood up on 27 different occasions.
I couldn't for the life of me figure out what was going on. I wasn't a horrific-looking chap.
Hooked: I enjoyed the thrill and convenience of hiring escort girls.
I was physically fit, funny and, with a good degree, had reasonable prospects. Yet life was one big round of 'You're too nice' and 'I don't want to ruin the friendship'.
Things perked up for a while in the mid-Nineties, On the back of my successes in bussiness, I embarked on my first serious adult relationships. But each one fizzled out. I was an intelligent young man with my whole life ahead of me, but by the time I got to my late 20s I felt as if my life was falling apart. While my fellow comics progressed to bigger things, it was clear that I didn't quite have what it took. They weren't the only ones moving on. By the time I was 29, virtually all my friends had got married and were either having kids or moving out of the city. Then, to top it all, I started losing my hair. With it went the last vestiges of my self-esteem. When I hit 30, I hadn't had a GirlFriends - or even a kiss - for three years. I was starting to feel desperate: lonely and with little to look forward to. One area of my life that was going well was my finances. After years in low-paid jobs, I'd just started my first decent full-time bussiness in real estate in bangalore suburbs, (I was living in shared rented accommodation) and no GirlFriends, my outgoings were minimal.
It was like going on a really expensive date, but one where you were guaranteed a goodnight kiss Without really intending to, by 2000, I had saved up several lacs. At about this time, I read an article in a magazine about escorting. I'd never seriously thought about paying for female company: my image of the sex industry was of Mumbai Red light area, but in reality here in bangalore it was very safe and very clean. You visited the girls in plush, rented apartments; you were paying for companionship, not sex. It was like going on a really expensive date, but one where you were guaranteed a goodnight kiss. That night, I went online and looked up a few escort agencies. I was scared, certainly, and a little ashamed. Was I really capable of this? But everything the article said seemed to be true. I looked at my empty bed. I looked at my empty diary. And I looked at my bank statement.
Then, heart pounding furiously, I picked up the phone.
As I waited for an answer, a thousand terrifying thoughts flashed through my head. I was scared of what my friends and family would think if they found out.
I was scared of being arrested (I was unaware, at the time, that what I was doing wasn't technically illegal). And I was scared that the girl I arranged to visit would turn out not to be a girl at all, and an thug waiting to rob me. Then the person at the other end of the line picked up. It was a female voice - calm, professional, friendly.
Glamorising prostitution:
She asked me who I wanted to see, when, and for how long. It felt like booking an appointment at the hairdresser. I made more effort for that first illicit rendezvous than I ever had for a real date. I went to the gym. I used a tanning machine. I had a haircut, bought some new clothes, and read all the papers so I'd have something interesting to talk about. It sounds ridiculous that I prepared for such a sordid sexual transaction in such a way, but I really believed the disclaimer on the website: 'We offer only a legitimate introductory service for beautiful women. Anything that takes place afterwards is a matter of choice between two consenting adults.' Two days later, at 8pm sharp, I arrived outside an anonymous-looking flat in a well-to-do area of Indra Nagar. As I triple checked the address scrawled on the Post-It note, I thought about going home. But she was waiting for me now. Besides, I was curious. I took a deep breath and pressed the buzzer. The door was opened by Radha , the girl pictured on the website. I'd chosen her not because she was the prettiest, but because she had the friendliest face and she didn't disappoint. She took my coat and led me into the living-room. I handed over the envelope full of cash: INR 30,000/ for three hours. Radha went into the other room to make sure the money was all there, called the agency to tell them I'd arrived, then poured drinks and sat down. I told her I'd never done this sort of thing before. She smiled and said she could tell. Within minutes, she had put me completely at ease. I tried to spin the conversation out as long as possible - we talked about the area, how my day had been but when I finally ran out of words, she walked over to me, kissed me, and led me to the bedroom.
When the three hours were up, I thanked Radha for her time, she thanked me for being 'sweet', and I walked to my Car. I won't deny that I felt seedy. For the first time, I'd just paid for sex. At the same time, there was an unmistakable thrill of transgression. And the actual experience had gone remarkably smoothly. I'd spent an evening in the company of a beautiful woman, and she hadn't rejected me. I went to bed that night feeling a little less unwanted, a little bit better about myself. Did I feel guilty? Not really. And I confess I hadn't dwelled on the thorny issue of why this girl might be sleeping with strangers in Indra Nagar . Frankly, like a teenager, I was just revelling in the experience. From that night, I was hooked. I went to bed that night feeling a little less unwanted, a bit better about myself Escorting seemed the answer to all my problems. It was exciting. The sex was always safe - although I got myself tested regularly for sexually transmitted infections just in case. My reasoning went like this: why should I hang around trying to pick up women in bars when I could meet far more attractive women with no risk of getting hurt emotionally? Over the next year and a half, I visited 16 different escorts, some of them several times, and spent almost everything I'd saved over the previous few years - around 10 lacs. Each time, like the first, I treated it like a real date. I was always courteous, I always bought flowers and beer, and I always paid for an extra hour so that I could get to know the girls first. Sometimes we had dinner, sometimes we went out for a walk. Once, we sat down and watched Cricket. It was only on my fourth visit that Sowmya, a cute, funny 26-year-old, laughed and told me that no one else did that; most people just paid for one hour, got straight down to business, then scarpered. But I liked doing it this way. I was deluding myself, of course, but it felt normal, almost like a real 'GirlFriends experience'. So began a life in which I carried on working and seeing my friends, but existed with this big secret that I knew I could never divulge. The only girl I visited regularly over those months was a 27-year-old from Chennai whose professional name was Shreya.
Pretty Woman Had a fairytale ending but reality is very different for real life call girls She was just my type: petite, brunette, with a gorgeous figure. And maybe she was just very good at her job, but she seemed to like me, too. She told me her real name - Nandhini - and all about her glamorous other clients: For my 30th birthday, I'd thrown a big party with 90 guests in Mg road , but I'd ended up going home alone. So when my 31st came around, I was determined that wouldn't happen again and booked a whole night with Shreya. What the hell, it was only INR 30,000/. The morning after, I woke up to find a cup of tea and a gift-wrapped box on the bedside table. When she had found out that it was my birthday, Shreya had gone out and bought me a Gift. It was an absurd gesture, but I was really touched. I was convinced, after that, that Shreya and I had a special connection. Maybe the whole Pretty Woman myth was true. Maybe, if I played my cards right, I could persuade her to quit escorting and be with me.
'Do you think,' I asked her on my next visit, 'that if you met the right person, you might give all this up?'
Shreya put down her drink and laughed.
'Well, it's not my ideal job. But I have got used to the lifestyle. If I did give this up for a man, he'd have to earn twice as much as I do. And I earn two lacs a month.' She never did come and watch me do stand-up. I'm ashamed to say that for about a year, I had felt that my time with these girls had been relatively harmless - and mutually beneficial. But one incident changed all that. One night, I went to visit an escort called Ramya at a flat in Ulsoor. I was too immersed in my own self-pity at being single to worry about anyone else's feelings I handed over the cash . Everything progressed as normal, until halfway through the evening Ramya said: 'I am very happy you came here tonight.' 'Why's that?' I asked. 'Because you are nice.' I smiled, but she continued: 'And also because now I can pay my Rent.' The words were like a slap in the face. In a year of visiting escorts, this was the first incontrovertible evidence I'd heard that not every girl did escorting because they enjoyed it. Some of them were doing it because they had to. And even though Ramya seemed to like me, even though I had helped her out in the short-term, I was helping to perpetuate that situation. Perhaps I'd been naive not to notice anything amiss before; perhaps I was just too immersed in my own self-pity at being single to worry about anyone else's feelings. But the truth is that up until that point, I had genuinely been convinced that all the girls I'd seen were selling their bodies entirely of their own free will. On this occasion, I consoled myself with the thought that I'd paid enough to last Shreya until 2012, and put the doubts out of my head. I made one more trip after that, to see Kushbu , a mesmerically beautiful lady in Koramangala. During our chat, she told me she was 20, from Mumbai, and had been a model. But as she sat on the bed and started to undress, I noticed a glistening in her eye. I didn't know if she was doing this under duress, if she was pining for her modelling days, or if she'd just had a rough day. But one thing was for sure: she really didn't want to be there. This, I realised, was my greatest fear. Not catching a sexually transmitted disease, but meeting a sex worker who didn't want to be a sex worker. I handed over the money - and then, to coin a time-honoured phrase - made my excuses and left. I never paid for sex again after that. But, however dreadful this may sound, the confidence I'd gained from those experiences stayed with me. I felt ready to face the world again.I took up hobbies - singing, books , bar nights - and met new people.
I asked more women out on dates - and, this time, a few of them turned up. None of them turned out to be The One, but the signs were encouraging. Last summer, my quest for love took me back to the internet - this time, to an online dating agency. And within a month, I'd met the beautiful, caring, fabulous woman who is now my GirlFriends. A couple of months into the relationship, I told her about my escorting days. Once I'd reassured her that it had all happened a long time ago and would never happen again, she was understanding.
So I told my friends, too. Some were surprised; some were surprised I bothered to mention it. Then came the hardest confession of all: my parents. After spending an hour working out what I was going to say, I called them. They were pleased I'd told them, they said; they'd suspected something was wrong. Many people say that men who use escort girls hate women. That may be true for some; but in my case, I believe those escorts stopped me hating women. I feel gratitude towards those sweet, beautiful girls for the warmth they showed me. Guilt, absolutely, that I helped perpetuate an industry that is unregulated and potentially unsafe - but also gratitude.
I firmly believe that while some sex workers are escorts by choice, thousands of others, like Shreya and Ramya, are not. And the fact is, when you book an escort, you never know which you are going to get. And that's why I'll never again try to re-create the 'GirlFriends experience'.
http://www.bangaloregirlfriendsexper...bangalore.html
- monica_mistress
- 04-07-2013, 02:38 PM
I know there are some being forced & all anyone can do is help them out if possible.
- bloreguy
- 10-07-2013, 04:47 AM
Hello Sanjay. Thanks for your sharing your experience and thoughts on this scenario. Made me wonder why, what or how we get eventually addicted to this dangerous yet glamorous industry. Please don’t get me wrong on what I have to say now as it is what I have experienced and felt.
I am a very shy, decent, disciplined boy who was always taught to be honest and not to hurt anyone in any way possible. Guess saw too many films which made me believe that the hero is always honest & bold; and girls would fall for him eventually. All through school, I always wanted to have a girlfriend but was too shy to go upto a girl and ask her out. It became worse as I joined college. Was good looking enough to have pretty girl but always wondered what would she say and the fear of rejection was something that I couldn’t handle.
Years went on, joined a job in the IT industry with good earnings but was still a virgin and looking for true love. So I managed with porn stuff. I saw all my friends having girlfriends or wives. At 26, my best friend got hooked thru arranged marriage. He then asked about my plans and said that I have no idea. This got me thinking that if I fall in love or get an arranged marriage, I don’t have any sexual experience at all. What would the girl think if failed, would she accept me or not, all the fears in the world started creeping into you.
Frustrated, I decided to turn to find some girls for money type but was really scared on what would happen like AIDS, STDs, Police harassment, mugged or robbed or even murdered just for money. Started searching for escorts but was too costly. One of my friends had spoken about getting girls on MG Rd which would be pretty cheap. I started the search. Would find some good looking girls or some TG but still wasn’t sure whether to go forward or not.
One day, again went to same place. Found a girl who was so eager to jump the wagon and was really sweet and all. We had agreed on 2k for 1hr. I had about 15k cash in hand which was meant to be given for something else. Asked this girl politely if she could give a BJ and she agreed. But she wanted to do it from floor with me lying on the bed. Found it strange but went on and finished in 30 mins. I was feeling satisfied but after leaving her, found that I was robbed by 10k and she is not to be seen. I was really distraught at what happened. I couldn’t even go to the police as I cannot tell that I was robbed by a prostitute after having paid for sex which is illegal.
As time went on, I had forgotten about this incident. I met another girl Tamannah(likes being called this name bcos she is a fan of an actress who goes by same name) with whom I was negotiating but refused. She came insisting she would give her best service tat I wouldn’t forget. This experience was indeed amazing and awesome. Felt on top of the world and couldn’t stop thinking about tat night. She was very genuine, caring and did it like true professional. After this outing, I visited almost 15 times continuously and other girls would feel jealous bcos I used to pick her up without any hassles. Things went on very smooth. She then told tat she was doing in a very professional manner due to which she had lot of regular customers and earning really good sometimes about 20k a nite. I told her abt the other incident and said that most of girls used to rob customers including hers due to which police patrolling increased.
About six months back, was coming back from office about 1 am through MG Rd and didn’t find her but found few other girls. Most of them were TGs but found one girl standing in a corner. She was a tall one with excellent figure and hair but eyes were diff colour(cat eyes). I went upto her in a bike, negotiating but found something amiss in her tone and said NO but then she snatched bike key refusing to let go and started shouting in man’s voice. There were a few rickshaw drivers and none ready to help. At this point, was really scared cos it was dark and got feeling she might be the devil. Somehow managed to get key off her hands. Right behind, the other TGs started running upto me which got me even more frightened & scared; and managed to start the bike and sped off. But while starting the bike, she managed to snatch my gold chain. Thinking about problems in approaching police, I didn’t report again.
After few months and back at same place, met another girl who I have refused several times before as she wasn’t good looking or never looked clean enough. But this time, the same girl with some makeup was looking stunning and wanted to try diff girl(spent a year with other girl). On reaching the room, found that she was really arrogant and rude due to which I finished up in 10 mins as didnt feel like proceeding at all. Once done, she never waited for me get my clothes on and opened the door due to which all other girls in that hotel noticed me nude. I felt really disgusted with this girl. But then I thought the reason for that attitude she threw at me was bcos of the previous refusals which is right but not professional.
Next time, I went to pick my old gal but as she got on my bike, cops came in a rickshaw and tried to get a hold of me. But as she sat down, I started to move the bike and that’s when cops tried to catch me but somehow tried to escape and dropped the gal at next turn. From that time till now, I have never been to any girl for paid sex.
Sanjay, reading your article made me realize that the girls in this profession have not come by choice but by their real life circumstances that brought them upon the roads. Each and every girl or TG that I have mentioned in the above logs, have been through a lot of difficulties that some decide to rob or do other things that may not please the customers.
I know that for sure that I wouldn’t pay any girl for sex due to certain reasons but people need to realize their responsibilities in life and not get addicted as it may ruins one’s life and even girl’s life too. The choice is always yours to make, make good use of it.
I am a very shy, decent, disciplined boy who was always taught to be honest and not to hurt anyone in any way possible. Guess saw too many films which made me believe that the hero is always honest & bold; and girls would fall for him eventually. All through school, I always wanted to have a girlfriend but was too shy to go upto a girl and ask her out. It became worse as I joined college. Was good looking enough to have pretty girl but always wondered what would she say and the fear of rejection was something that I couldn’t handle.
Years went on, joined a job in the IT industry with good earnings but was still a virgin and looking for true love. So I managed with porn stuff. I saw all my friends having girlfriends or wives. At 26, my best friend got hooked thru arranged marriage. He then asked about my plans and said that I have no idea. This got me thinking that if I fall in love or get an arranged marriage, I don’t have any sexual experience at all. What would the girl think if failed, would she accept me or not, all the fears in the world started creeping into you.
Frustrated, I decided to turn to find some girls for money type but was really scared on what would happen like AIDS, STDs, Police harassment, mugged or robbed or even murdered just for money. Started searching for escorts but was too costly. One of my friends had spoken about getting girls on MG Rd which would be pretty cheap. I started the search. Would find some good looking girls or some TG but still wasn’t sure whether to go forward or not.
One day, again went to same place. Found a girl who was so eager to jump the wagon and was really sweet and all. We had agreed on 2k for 1hr. I had about 15k cash in hand which was meant to be given for something else. Asked this girl politely if she could give a BJ and she agreed. But she wanted to do it from floor with me lying on the bed. Found it strange but went on and finished in 30 mins. I was feeling satisfied but after leaving her, found that I was robbed by 10k and she is not to be seen. I was really distraught at what happened. I couldn’t even go to the police as I cannot tell that I was robbed by a prostitute after having paid for sex which is illegal.
As time went on, I had forgotten about this incident. I met another girl Tamannah(likes being called this name bcos she is a fan of an actress who goes by same name) with whom I was negotiating but refused. She came insisting she would give her best service tat I wouldn’t forget. This experience was indeed amazing and awesome. Felt on top of the world and couldn’t stop thinking about tat night. She was very genuine, caring and did it like true professional. After this outing, I visited almost 15 times continuously and other girls would feel jealous bcos I used to pick her up without any hassles. Things went on very smooth. She then told tat she was doing in a very professional manner due to which she had lot of regular customers and earning really good sometimes about 20k a nite. I told her abt the other incident and said that most of girls used to rob customers including hers due to which police patrolling increased.
About six months back, was coming back from office about 1 am through MG Rd and didn’t find her but found few other girls. Most of them were TGs but found one girl standing in a corner. She was a tall one with excellent figure and hair but eyes were diff colour(cat eyes). I went upto her in a bike, negotiating but found something amiss in her tone and said NO but then she snatched bike key refusing to let go and started shouting in man’s voice. There were a few rickshaw drivers and none ready to help. At this point, was really scared cos it was dark and got feeling she might be the devil. Somehow managed to get key off her hands. Right behind, the other TGs started running upto me which got me even more frightened & scared; and managed to start the bike and sped off. But while starting the bike, she managed to snatch my gold chain. Thinking about problems in approaching police, I didn’t report again.
After few months and back at same place, met another girl who I have refused several times before as she wasn’t good looking or never looked clean enough. But this time, the same girl with some makeup was looking stunning and wanted to try diff girl(spent a year with other girl). On reaching the room, found that she was really arrogant and rude due to which I finished up in 10 mins as didnt feel like proceeding at all. Once done, she never waited for me get my clothes on and opened the door due to which all other girls in that hotel noticed me nude. I felt really disgusted with this girl. But then I thought the reason for that attitude she threw at me was bcos of the previous refusals which is right but not professional.
Next time, I went to pick my old gal but as she got on my bike, cops came in a rickshaw and tried to get a hold of me. But as she sat down, I started to move the bike and that’s when cops tried to catch me but somehow tried to escape and dropped the gal at next turn. From that time till now, I have never been to any girl for paid sex.
Sanjay, reading your article made me realize that the girls in this profession have not come by choice but by their real life circumstances that brought them upon the roads. Each and every girl or TG that I have mentioned in the above logs, have been through a lot of difficulties that some decide to rob or do other things that may not please the customers.
I know that for sure that I wouldn’t pay any girl for sex due to certain reasons but people need to realize their responsibilities in life and not get addicted as it may ruins one’s life and even girl’s life too. The choice is always yours to make, make good use of it.
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But I have to confess to knowing the truth about this sordid profession - because eight years ago, I succumbed to the lure of paying for sex. Over the course of 18 months, I spent all my savings - 10 lacs - on high-class escort girls in bangalore. Before I go any further, let me make it clear that I am not in the least proud of this.
I'm ashamed of exploiting women, and of having supported a degrading, dangerous industry. I don't expect anyone to condone what I did. But now, after many years have passed, I want to explain why I was propelled into that addiction - and why so many other men are, too. The statistics say that one man in ten men uses prostitutes, and not all of them conform to the stereotype, as my own case suggests. I had a comfortable, middle-class upbringing in bangalore, where my parents were both Docters. I went to one of Karnataka's top universities, and I now work successfully as a Bussiness man. The clues to why I was drawn into such an a moral world lie in my disastrous relationships with women up until that point. At school, I was a bit of a nerd. At 14, for example, I was publicly humiliated by the popular girl I fancied.
She told me to meet her in a secluded corner of the playing fields, and then ambushed me with her friends and shouted: 'I wouldn't go out with you if you were the last person in the world.'
The years that followed brought a series of similar rejections. My shyness, if anything, got worse as I got older. Things didn't improve much when I moved to bangalore in my early 20s. Meeting women wasn't a problem; the hard part was meeting them twice. All told, in the Nineties, I've worked out that I was stood up on 27 different occasions.
I couldn't for the life of me figure out what was going on. I wasn't a horrific-looking chap.
Hooked: I enjoyed the thrill and convenience of hiring escort girls.
I was physically fit, funny and, with a good degree, had reasonable prospects. Yet life was one big round of 'You're too nice' and 'I don't want to ruin the friendship'.
Things perked up for a while in the mid-Nineties, On the back of my successes in bussiness, I embarked on my first serious adult relationships. But each one fizzled out. I was an intelligent young man with my whole life ahead of me, but by the time I got to my late 20s I felt as if my life was falling apart. While my fellow comics progressed to bigger things, it was clear that I didn't quite have what it took. They weren't the only ones moving on. By the time I was 29, virtually all my friends had got married and were either having kids or moving out of the city. Then, to top it all, I started losing my hair. With it went the last vestiges of my self-esteem. When I hit 30, I hadn't had a GirlFriends - or even a kiss - for three years. I was starting to feel desperate: lonely and with little to look forward to. One area of my life that was going well was my finances. After years in low-paid jobs, I'd just started my first decent full-time bussiness in real estate in bangalore suburbs, (I was living in shared rented accommodation) and no GirlFriends, my outgoings were minimal.
It was like going on a really expensive date, but one where you were guaranteed a goodnight kiss Without really intending to, by 2000, I had saved up several lacs. At about this time, I read an article in a magazine about escorting. I'd never seriously thought about paying for female company: my image of the sex industry was of Mumbai Red light area, but in reality here in bangalore it was very safe and very clean. You visited the girls in plush, rented apartments; you were paying for companionship, not sex. It was like going on a really expensive date, but one where you were guaranteed a goodnight kiss. That night, I went online and looked up a few escort agencies. I was scared, certainly, and a little ashamed. Was I really capable of this? But everything the article said seemed to be true. I looked at my empty bed. I looked at my empty diary. And I looked at my bank statement.
Then, heart pounding furiously, I picked up the phone.
As I waited for an answer, a thousand terrifying thoughts flashed through my head. I was scared of what my friends and family would think if they found out.
I was scared of being arrested (I was unaware, at the time, that what I was doing wasn't technically illegal). And I was scared that the girl I arranged to visit would turn out not to be a girl at all, and an thug waiting to rob me. Then the person at the other end of the line picked up. It was a female voice - calm, professional, friendly.
Glamorising prostitution:
She asked me who I wanted to see, when, and for how long. It felt like booking an appointment at the hairdresser. I made more effort for that first illicit rendezvous than I ever had for a real date. I went to the gym. I used a tanning machine. I had a haircut, bought some new clothes, and read all the papers so I'd have something interesting to talk about. It sounds ridiculous that I prepared for such a sordid sexual transaction in such a way, but I really believed the disclaimer on the website: 'We offer only a legitimate introductory service for beautiful women. Anything that takes place afterwards is a matter of choice between two consenting adults.' Two days later, at 8pm sharp, I arrived outside an anonymous-looking flat in a well-to-do area of Indra Nagar. As I triple checked the address scrawled on the Post-It note, I thought about going home. But she was waiting for me now. Besides, I was curious. I took a deep breath and pressed the buzzer. The door was opened by Radha , the girl pictured on the website. I'd chosen her not because she was the prettiest, but because she had the friendliest face and she didn't disappoint. She took my coat and led me into the living-room. I handed over the envelope full of cash: INR 30,000/ for three hours. Radha went into the other room to make sure the money was all there, called the agency to tell them I'd arrived, then poured drinks and sat down. I told her I'd never done this sort of thing before. She smiled and said she could tell. Within minutes, she had put me completely at ease. I tried to spin the conversation out as long as possible - we talked about the area, how my day had been but when I finally ran out of words, she walked over to me, kissed me, and led me to the bedroom.
When the three hours were up, I thanked Radha for her time, she thanked me for being 'sweet', and I walked to my Car. I won't deny that I felt seedy. For the first time, I'd just paid for sex. At the same time, there was an unmistakable thrill of transgression. And the actual experience had gone remarkably smoothly. I'd spent an evening in the company of a beautiful woman, and she hadn't rejected me. I went to bed that night feeling a little less unwanted, a little bit better about myself. Did I feel guilty? Not really. And I confess I hadn't dwelled on the thorny issue of why this girl might be sleeping with strangers in Indra Nagar . Frankly, like a teenager, I was just revelling in the experience. From that night, I was hooked. I went to bed that night feeling a little less unwanted, a bit better about myself Escorting seemed the answer to all my problems. It was exciting. The sex was always safe - although I got myself tested regularly for sexually transmitted infections just in case. My reasoning went like this: why should I hang around trying to pick up women in bars when I could meet far more attractive women with no risk of getting hurt emotionally? Over the next year and a half, I visited 16 different escorts, some of them several times, and spent almost everything I'd saved over the previous few years - around 10 lacs. Each time, like the first, I treated it like a real date. I was always courteous, I always bought flowers and beer, and I always paid for an extra hour so that I could get to know the girls first. Sometimes we had dinner, sometimes we went out for a walk. Once, we sat down and watched Cricket. It was only on my fourth visit that Sowmya, a cute, funny 26-year-old, laughed and told me that no one else did that; most people just paid for one hour, got straight down to business, then scarpered. But I liked doing it this way. I was deluding myself, of course, but it felt normal, almost like a real 'GirlFriends experience'. So began a life in which I carried on working and seeing my friends, but existed with this big secret that I knew I could never divulge. The only girl I visited regularly over those months was a 27-year-old from Chennai whose professional name was Shreya.
Pretty Woman Had a fairytale ending but reality is very different for real life call girls She was just my type: petite, brunette, with a gorgeous figure. And maybe she was just very good at her job, but she seemed to like me, too. She told me her real name - Nandhini - and all about her glamorous other clients: For my 30th birthday, I'd thrown a big party with 90 guests in Mg road , but I'd ended up going home alone. So when my 31st came around, I was determined that wouldn't happen again and booked a whole night with Shreya. What the hell, it was only INR 30,000/. The morning after, I woke up to find a cup of tea and a gift-wrapped box on the bedside table. When she had found out that it was my birthday, Shreya had gone out and bought me a Gift. It was an absurd gesture, but I was really touched. I was convinced, after that, that Shreya and I had a special connection. Maybe the whole Pretty Woman myth was true. Maybe, if I played my cards right, I could persuade her to quit escorting and be with me.
'Do you think,' I asked her on my next visit, 'that if you met the right person, you might give all this up?'
Shreya put down her drink and laughed.
'Well, it's not my ideal job. But I have got used to the lifestyle. If I did give this up for a man, he'd have to earn twice as much as I do. And I earn two lacs a month.' She never did come and watch me do stand-up. I'm ashamed to say that for about a year, I had felt that my time with these girls had been relatively harmless - and mutually beneficial. But one incident changed all that. One night, I went to visit an escort called Ramya at a flat in Ulsoor. I was too immersed in my own self-pity at being single to worry about anyone else's feelings I handed over the cash . Everything progressed as normal, until halfway through the evening Ramya said: 'I am very happy you came here tonight.' 'Why's that?' I asked. 'Because you are nice.' I smiled, but she continued: 'And also because now I can pay my Rent.' The words were like a slap in the face. In a year of visiting escorts, this was the first incontrovertible evidence I'd heard that not every girl did escorting because they enjoyed it. Some of them were doing it because they had to. And even though Ramya seemed to like me, even though I had helped her out in the short-term, I was helping to perpetuate that situation. Perhaps I'd been naive not to notice anything amiss before; perhaps I was just too immersed in my own self-pity at being single to worry about anyone else's feelings. But the truth is that up until that point, I had genuinely been convinced that all the girls I'd seen were selling their bodies entirely of their own free will. On this occasion, I consoled myself with the thought that I'd paid enough to last Shreya until 2012, and put the doubts out of my head. I made one more trip after that, to see Kushbu , a mesmerically beautiful lady in Koramangala. During our chat, she told me she was 20, from Mumbai, and had been a model. But as she sat on the bed and started to undress, I noticed a glistening in her eye. I didn't know if she was doing this under duress, if she was pining for her modelling days, or if she'd just had a rough day. But one thing was for sure: she really didn't want to be there. This, I realised, was my greatest fear. Not catching a sexually transmitted disease, but meeting a sex worker who didn't want to be a sex worker. I handed over the money - and then, to coin a time-honoured phrase - made my excuses and left. I never paid for sex again after that. But, however dreadful this may sound, the confidence I'd gained from those experiences stayed with me. I felt ready to face the world again.I took up hobbies - singing, books , bar nights - and met new people.
I asked more women out on dates - and, this time, a few of them turned up. None of them turned out to be The One, but the signs were encouraging. Last summer, my quest for love took me back to the internet - this time, to an online dating agency. And within a month, I'd met the beautiful, caring, fabulous woman who is now my GirlFriends. A couple of months into the relationship, I told her about my escorting days. Once I'd reassured her that it had all happened a long time ago and would never happen again, she was understanding.
So I told my friends, too. Some were surprised; some were surprised I bothered to mention it. Then came the hardest confession of all: my parents. After spending an hour working out what I was going to say, I called them. They were pleased I'd told them, they said; they'd suspected something was wrong. Many people say that men who use escort girls hate women. That may be true for some; but in my case, I believe those escorts stopped me hating women. I feel gratitude towards those sweet, beautiful girls for the warmth they showed me. Guilt, absolutely, that I helped perpetuate an industry that is unregulated and potentially unsafe - but also gratitude.
I firmly believe that while some sex workers are escorts by choice, thousands of others, like Shreya and Ramya, are not. And the fact is, when you book an escort, you never know which you are going to get. And that's why I'll never again try to re-create the 'GirlFriends experience'.
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Simran an independent high class escort in Bangalore city.
Freedom and escorting are the most cosmopolitan items under the sun.
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Name: Simran
Age: 21
Meeting place: Pubs in Bangalore
What you want me to wear: I prefer Saree
What you want me to do: Go on a mystery date with you.
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I desperately want to elaborate on my endless struggle to find peace within as an independent high class escort in Bangalore city.
The only thing worse than escorting is leaving, getting out, realizing the effects is has had on you and your spirit. Starting to heal the damage, and then with a twist of bad fate that i have become all too familiar with, having to go back in. It's almost an indescribable feeling of suck. I know better, I dread working as an escort in Bangalore, and I can't even pull it off like I did once. Once you have to face it, and stop lying to yourself about the easy money - once you truly own up to what this escort industry is and then turn around and go back to it , well I can't expect to be able to pull it off like I once could.
Being fake...lying... Counting on this money to keep us safe, and hating everyone In my path. I’ am literally the definition of miserable. I started with my concern Bangalore Girl Friend Experience as an independent high class escort, and then having to let meet new people which so dangerous. I'm so aware of every danger now. I used to know, but not feel it. Now every part of me feels the overwhelming fear with each new face. I am no longer the numb carefree girl I once was, and it sucks. I cant deal with the men at all. I do it, and because I am obviously a good faker, but my mind is so aware of how wrong this is. I feel badly for myself, for the wives they keep telling me all about, for all the ones out there just like me.
I have of clients because I make them feel a connection. It's my job. I make them feel such a connection with me and I play the game, but there have been a few now that don't understand the rules of the game, and when it ends, and have gotten mad that I wont have dinner out with them, or go on trips, or answer their calls on my personal time. The line is blurred, and I have no tolerance for the blur. Business is business, but if they are going to get mad because I am not free I am going to tell them exactly what they don't want to hear. Take your wife. I am not your girlfriend, or mistress, or anything other than business. Take that wife you keep telling me that you love and how wonderful she is. My faith in men is gone. Gone, gone, and gone. And GONE WITH THE WIND !!!
I’ve made a shitload of bad decisions in my life, but I'm still here and I'm doing my small part in Bangalore Girl Friend Experience. So I am at peace with where I am today- regrets do no good. I still managed to be in the escort industry, and I think my karma was rewarded the good choice with so many doors opening. Anything is possible....and your choices are unlimited. Escorting takes over and feeds on your fears, but if you can get through it and find other ways to manage, you all start to realize how shitty of a choice it is.I used to believe in dreams and love, but I cant feel anything anymore. I think even god forgot about me. I cant even fake happiness enough to pull off a date anymore. I am taking it all, wallowing in sadness while the month slips away. Hating every man I’ve ever met, The men we are working with are no better. Of course there are the jerks we all have to deal with, but even the top of the line clients who spoil you with money and kindness are asking the impossible of you at the same time. They are asking that we lavish them with affection, pretend we adore them and make their fantasies come true during our visits. Make it warm and loving and really get into it to quote some of the men. Then walk away. Its business- turn emotions on, do it well, and then turn them off. And we do. And we get paid handsomely because it works perfectly for the men.But women are different. We feel, that what makes us so incredible- and so as much as it is business at the same time it isn't. We are rewarded for messing with our own feelings. We are amazing, beautiful, everything he desires... Until he leaves to go home to his wife- then we are just the escort. We go from one end of the spectrum to the other- the most sought after beauty, to the low life prostitute. All for doing the same exact job. No matter how well we do our job, the end result is still a stigma in society.
Simran wants’ to discuss the effects in that escorting has on her personality. Isolation, fear, trauma. We can't talk about our work. We cant seek comfort from family and friends after a bad date. We cant put on our resume how well we manage this Escorting business. We are hidden. Even at the height of our work, we can't share a sense of pride in doing our Escorting job well. We learn that men cheat...a lot. We try to have relationships where we have to hide our past. We lie to our families with a sense of shame, but also with a weird sense of pride for having our own sinful Money and pretty good life style in Bangalore city. It's such a complex topic, I think I could ramble on here forever, and some women might disagree- but a lot more have agreed and just communicate with someone about how this job affects them. And so I will continue writing here in my official site of ours Bangalore Girl Friend Experience and any one is free to contact us at team@bangaloregirlfriendsexper ience.com.
The effects are hidden. The guilt-shame-stigma that comes from working as an Escort. If your lucky and do it long enough you become hardened- I am friends with my all my team in Bangalore Girl Friend Experience who have been in this escorting industry in Bangalore far too long and at this point they just don't care anymore. I think its a mixture of self hatred and a fierce independent pride, if you can understand how weird that might sound. People call me angry a lot, because I dare to speak up and tell the other side of escorting, and obviously the men don't like that very much. It ruins the fantasy. But I am not angry, although it may seem like it from some of my writings in here at my site, I am passionate about- women’s safety and self respect. I am very, very kind to everyone I meet, and I work in a position where my attitude is everything, and I do well. But then again I am a professional escort so I am really good at faking it.You call me angry, lazy, spoiled, playing victim, a man hater, and so forth. I could invest a large chunk of my time defending myself to you- explaining each and every one and the reasoning behind them- but honestly I do not feel the need. I would just feel silly giving you the satisfaction, and No matter how right I may or may not be- you are not going to let anyone ruin the image of your favorite provider. To you she enjoys her time with you, looks forward to it, and the money is just an agreement. (Excuse me while I laugh again) Nothing will ruin the illusion for you- because you wouldn’t want to know. It would certainly dampen the experience for you... and we just cant have a risk on have that because in my team at Bangalore Girl Friend Experience we always believe and worship our clients as GOD!!!.
We are wonderful actresses when we need to be, and unfortunately no amount of honesty and insight is going to ruin the escort experience for most men- because the desire for the fantasy will outweigh the truth. But that is fine- because it has nothing to do with why I write here. I write here for the other women trying to quit- for the ones contemplating starting- and the ones who live with regret. I have shared a small part of my experience as an escort in Bangalore. I have been honest and shared my feelings about this Escorting industry for no other reason than to give insight into the industry. Not all experiences are the same, not all choices are right for everyone, but its my story. I am working in this escort industry, and without any type of help from men. That me today, and am pretty happy tomorrow might be different but I have learned not to try to plan too far ahead. I am sorry to rain on your parade but really is this shock to you? If the majority of women loved having sex multiple times a day would there be such a high demand for this escort industry?.That my point. So accept the fact that we are acting, don’t hate me and call me or any of my team mates at Bangalore Girl Friend Experience a man hater for stating the obvious truth. Treat us well like human beings your girl friend,sister,Wife and we are lots better towards you in return, because the job is a very hard one and not as wonderful as you insist it is. Believe it or not.WE at Bangalore Girl Friend Experience believe we are one of the first to coin and use the phrase GFE way back before there was much talk in the town or in this part of the world, Many of you do seek the GFE experience which means a real relationship for the moment with sincere women who enjoys the experience, not just mechanical sex.
Bangalore Girl Friend Experience it sounds somewhat magical doesn't it? Girlfriend experience... ahhh my girly brain envisions hugs and flowers and a genuine warm feeling.
Reality check. For those of you who don't yet know or understand completely what Bangalore Girl Friend Experience this means, it is a term to Chocolate coat the escort experience. It means that even though you are entering a business deal as an escort/client- this should be like an experience you would have with someone who was your girlfriend. It assumes two people can meet and within a matter of minutes act (and working girls know exactly what I mean by "act") like there is some chemistry and level of comfort between the two of you.It is also a guise for unsafe practices: kissing, you name it- ahhh but its all part of the "girlfriend experience" . Give me a break.
We women at Bangalore Girl Friend Experience knowing that it is what most men want, and so we deliver. I think if you need an escort, for whatever reasons, the #1 priority for you should be your safety and self respect. I wish all of us in Bangalore Girl Friend Experience team provide the GFE and make it be what it is- a business arrangement. Be nice, sweet, sexy- whatever we do at our best, I am still amazed we Bangalore Girl Friend Experience team women offer- even compete- for these services. A popular review board of escort Services has a system where Bangalore Girl Friend Experience rating go above 9 out of 10.Are faithful men nothing more than a fantasy we see in old movies and fairy tales? What has happened in our society that men have lost the ability to sleep with only one woman?
I know women cheat too...for those ready to jump up and say "It's not just the men" but I have worked in the escort industry, and given that there is not a male escort demand that I am remotely aware of I would say that this prevails as a mans issue with cheating.I am now working in this Escort industry but still mainly dealing with men. Men who tell me over and over how they love their wives. Couldn’t live without them. They are their best friends... soul mates... etc - Its so nice and heartwarming to hear at first- but there’s a catch.They cheat anyway.And then they ask. Hitting on me directly after you have confessed your love for your wife is never a good idea, but usually it is my repeat customers that I have built a level of friendship with that will ask me out. Without even seeming to notice how disturbed this is- they ask. And I smile and politely decline in order to not lose the business, but it really does make me realize that even when not in the industry I am still cursed with the insight into the mans mind. Of course working as a call girl/escort/entertainer will leave you jaded, but it is more sad to leave the industry and realize that it is not just one group of "hobbyist's" that cheat. It is not just the men who frequent escorts- its also the nice guys who wouldnt dream of an escort encounter- they just go about it differently. There is no difference between the man who calls and in an hour has a girl show up to have sex and the man who slowly over time seduces a casual friend/coworker. The outcome is the same. Wives are still at home never knowing or dealing with finding out that her fears are true.
No wonder this is the worlds oldest profession, and its not going away. Its just getting worse, so out in the open that monogamy is now odd. It's sad- because women will never change either, and we will all still hope that our man is not like that.SO which is better? Realizing that men will cheat no matter how much they love their wives- which is the better option? An escort that is a business deal or a friend/lover? Ill let you decide- This is such a complex subject for me, because i hated escorting, i hate women being exploited or getting caught in the industry-Maybe in 5 yrs ill start to worry, but I do plan on having started a business by then- but it takes time, and money- so until then.... here in Bangalore Girl Friend Experience entertaining you folks.I wont elaborate on my endless struggle to find peace within- Going back after being out Going back into the Escorting industry is going to be a lot harder than I thought! Never mind the tons of other things that go along with it, but my initial experience is that I can no longer pretend to put up with men..I used to be able to smile and nod and be cute, and I have found that now I just cant do it. I cant stand listening to them justify cheating on their wives, or demanding this or that on their time... its total crap what we put up with. I havent even begun again, because I cant get past the initial contacts.Maybe I am mad at myself and it reflects towards them, or maybe I am just 7 years wiser and cant put up with men's shit anymore. I hate the fake conversations and the pretending to care about me and what I want... And as much as I am dying to be sexual again.My life is completely different now.. Not for the better or for the worse, just different. I am devastated, but I am holding onto the thread of hope I have in my concern Bangalore Girl Friend Experience that has so often pulled me through this crap as an independent high class escort.and I know I will get better.For now, I have nothing. The money I had saved so far is just about gone, I don't have any Savings, its not pretty. I am working full time as an independent high class escort in my concern Bangalore Girl Friend Experience, and praying that the job goes well, but I have already begun to plan to transition back into the escorting industry in Bangalore.I know its the wrong choice for me, but I am also beginning to realize I make a lot of bad choices, and although there might be other options for me, I cant see them right now. All I can see is my money is almost gone, my car about to be repossessed, and my phone shut off. I am not spending, not splurging. I am working fit as hard as I can, but its not enough and I cant live like this without Money. Is it really that wrong to go make a few thousand to get us on our feet again? Maybe, but I don't think so.... I would rather not, but the choice of doing nothing doesn't make much sense to me either. I went from having everything, to having nothing,and I have to get us back to on track. I have hit "rock-bottom" but I am guessing it cant get much worse than this.For me, a lot is emotional too. Honestly, if I am positive and happy then I can think my way out of these situations, but I am just not there anymore.
I am back to escorting in my dear old concern Bangalore Girl Friend Experience of course I am completely out of money and there is no choice.
The million thoughts had raced through my head everyday- the doubting, the hurt, the anger, " That was said perfectly for me. Maybe that’s all that comes of it, a daily choice whether or not to return. I have been thinking a lot more lately about what I deserve, not just what I will put up with- if that makes sense to anyone. I am realizing clearly that in life, I do not stand up for what i really want, and deserve, and hopefully with practice I will start.I will sit here in my house in Koramangala and imagine an old call or going out on a new fake not escorting gig- and it will slowly get dark around me and eventually I will admit I am not going anywhere and go put my night dress on around 10 pm. And I will feel like a huge failure. I don’t feel proud of myself for escorting, I feel like I lost out on an opportunity in my life, I seriously ponder whether or not I am legally insane.Nothing I have ever done has haunted me like this. Its such a temptation that it takes over my rational thinking and lures me into a fantasy world of money that I live in this world of escorting, only to have my emotions emerge broke and pissed off.This sucks. Maybe if I had friends to go out with and pass the time, or if my boyfriend liked going out with me, but I just sit here. All dressed up and nowhere to go. I cant take the burden of being broke. I cant take having no life, never leaving this house unless its to return with groceries. I used to party all night long, in the best 5 star hotels, the cities hottest clubs. Now I cant stay awake past 11 because I am so mad at myself. I remember it as fun and I have to remind myself that even though it was exciting, and I was out- it wasn’t fun to be doing what I was doing.
The only good thing was the money. And I wonder if that is what my issue is- or if I won the lottery tomorrow would escorting still have such a pull on me? I do think about that- if I was rich would it then be the excitement, the power, the game? Would I crave the different men and their stories? I doubt that one. Lately I have been playing a very dangerous game with myself. I have been coming up with new ideas on how to make money. Real money here in Bangalore where i was escorting, not the extra part time night job money, And please don't flame that remark, most women will understand that...I guess that’s why I havent written too much on the subject lately. I’m a horrible liar, and I don’t want to risk anyone reading something positive about escorting from me. Even if I never know, I don’t want someone to come here and read something I’ve written and make the choice to escort. I want to continue to stress that its not the right choice, even when I myself struggle with no choice to go back. I guess more importantly Its been over 7 year now. I am still making it in escorting, and I hope to continue. More so, I hope that someday its not a choice for me. I want to get to the point where it is out of the question, whatever my circumstances. I want to become one of those strong women in Bangalore city who are better entrepreneurs of their own ,who shudder at the thought, who believe in themselves, and would never, ever consider selling their temples. I want to be that strong women entrepreneur someday, not someone with no respect for myself who contemplates selling herself to make ends meet. I just wonder how much long it will take. What do I need to do to get there? Is it even possible?.And this year my home loans is pushing me so hard to escort. I am fighting myself everyday and just go back to the big money.
Its the money, definitely. But I also think its emotional. The stress, the sadness in us that make it easy for us to slip back into that mindset of "I might as well be an escort" Feeling badly makes escorting seem like a rational choice. Is it because I hate myself and feel that I fit in with the escorting world-I have been wondering lately where to draw the line when it comes to working in the "escort" industry.I was just wondering what everyone else thought, where do you draw the line?
If you do and If you are me - are you afraid it would be too easy to put a FULL STOP to escorting?
I wish everyone the best- the escorts in my team at Bangalore Girl Friend Experience , the ones debating, the angry wives, and the men. We are all in this together in some weird way.
http://www.bangaloregirlfriendsexperience.com/
http://www.bangaloregirlfriendsexperience.com/
Simran an independent high class escort in Bangalore city.
Freedom and escorting are the most cosmopolitan items under the sun.
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Name: Simran
Age: 21
Meeting place: Pubs in Bangalore
What you want me to wear: I prefer Saree
What you want me to do: Go on a mystery date with you.
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I desperately want to elaborate on my endless struggle to find peace within as an independent high class escort in Bangalore city.
The only thing worse than escorting is leaving, getting out, realizing the effects is has had on you and your spirit. Starting to heal the damage, and then with a twist of bad fate that i have become all too familiar with, having to go back in. It's almost an indescribable feeling of suck. I know better, I dread working as an escort in Bangalore, and I can't even pull it off like I did once. Once you have to face it, and stop lying to yourself about the easy money - once you truly own up to what this escort industry is and then turn around and go back to it , well I can't expect to be able to pull it off like I once could.
Being fake...lying... Counting on this money to keep us safe, and hating everyone In my path. I’ am literally the definition of miserable. I started with my concern Bangalore Girl Friend Experience as an independent high class escort, and then having to let meet new people which so dangerous. I'm so aware of every danger now. I used to know, but not feel it. Now every part of me feels the overwhelming fear with each new face. I am no longer the numb carefree girl I once was, and it sucks. I cant deal with the men at all. I do it, and because I am obviously a good faker, but my mind is so aware of how wrong this is. I feel badly for myself, for the wives they keep telling me all about, for all the ones out there just like me.
I have of clients because I make them feel a connection. It's my job. I make them feel such a connection with me and I play the game, but there have been a few now that don't understand the rules of the game, and when it ends, and have gotten mad that I wont have dinner out with them, or go on trips, or answer their calls on my personal time. The line is blurred, and I have no tolerance for the blur. Business is business, but if they are going to get mad because I am not free I am going to tell them exactly what they don't want to hear. Take your wife. I am not your girlfriend, or mistress, or anything other than business. Take that wife you keep telling me that you love and how wonderful she is. My faith in men is gone. Gone, gone, and gone. And GONE WITH THE WIND !!!
I’ve made a shitload of bad decisions in my life, but I'm still here and I'm doing my small part in Bangalore Girl Friend Experience. So I am at peace with where I am today- regrets do no good. I still managed to be in the escort industry, and I think my karma was rewarded the good choice with so many doors opening. Anything is possible....and your choices are unlimited. Escorting takes over and feeds on your fears, but if you can get through it and find other ways to manage, you all start to realize how shitty of a choice it is.I used to believe in dreams and love, but I cant feel anything anymore. I think even god forgot about me. I cant even fake happiness enough to pull off a date anymore. I am taking it all, wallowing in sadness while the month slips away. Hating every man I’ve ever met, The men we are working with are no better. Of course there are the jerks we all have to deal with, but even the top of the line clients who spoil you with money and kindness are asking the impossible of you at the same time. They are asking that we lavish them with affection, pretend we adore them and make their fantasies come true during our visits. Make it warm and loving and really get into it to quote some of the men. Then walk away. Its business- turn emotions on, do it well, and then turn them off. And we do. And we get paid handsomely because it works perfectly for the men.But women are different. We feel, that what makes us so incredible- and so as much as it is business at the same time it isn't. We are rewarded for messing with our own feelings. We are amazing, beautiful, everything he desires... Until he leaves to go home to his wife- then we are just the escort. We go from one end of the spectrum to the other- the most sought after beauty, to the low life prostitute. All for doing the same exact job. No matter how well we do our job, the end result is still a stigma in society.
Simran wants’ to discuss the effects in that escorting has on her personality. Isolation, fear, trauma. We can't talk about our work. We cant seek comfort from family and friends after a bad date. We cant put on our resume how well we manage this Escorting business. We are hidden. Even at the height of our work, we can't share a sense of pride in doing our Escorting job well. We learn that men cheat...a lot. We try to have relationships where we have to hide our past. We lie to our families with a sense of shame, but also with a weird sense of pride for having our own sinful Money and pretty good life style in Bangalore city. It's such a complex topic, I think I could ramble on here forever, and some women might disagree- but a lot more have agreed and just communicate with someone about how this job affects them. And so I will continue writing here in my official site of ours Bangalore Girl Friend Experience and any one is free to contact us at team@bangaloregirlfriendsexper ience.com.
The effects are hidden. The guilt-shame-stigma that comes from working as an Escort. If your lucky and do it long enough you become hardened- I am friends with my all my team in Bangalore Girl Friend Experience who have been in this escorting industry in Bangalore far too long and at this point they just don't care anymore. I think its a mixture of self hatred and a fierce independent pride, if you can understand how weird that might sound. People call me angry a lot, because I dare to speak up and tell the other side of escorting, and obviously the men don't like that very much. It ruins the fantasy. But I am not angry, although it may seem like it from some of my writings in here at my site, I am passionate about- women’s safety and self respect. I am very, very kind to everyone I meet, and I work in a position where my attitude is everything, and I do well. But then again I am a professional escort so I am really good at faking it.You call me angry, lazy, spoiled, playing victim, a man hater, and so forth. I could invest a large chunk of my time defending myself to you- explaining each and every one and the reasoning behind them- but honestly I do not feel the need. I would just feel silly giving you the satisfaction, and No matter how right I may or may not be- you are not going to let anyone ruin the image of your favorite provider. To you she enjoys her time with you, looks forward to it, and the money is just an agreement. (Excuse me while I laugh again) Nothing will ruin the illusion for you- because you wouldn’t want to know. It would certainly dampen the experience for you... and we just cant have a risk on have that because in my team at Bangalore Girl Friend Experience we always believe and worship our clients as GOD!!!.
We are wonderful actresses when we need to be, and unfortunately no amount of honesty and insight is going to ruin the escort experience for most men- because the desire for the fantasy will outweigh the truth. But that is fine- because it has nothing to do with why I write here. I write here for the other women trying to quit- for the ones contemplating starting- and the ones who live with regret. I have shared a small part of my experience as an escort in Bangalore. I have been honest and shared my feelings about this Escorting industry for no other reason than to give insight into the industry. Not all experiences are the same, not all choices are right for everyone, but its my story. I am working in this escort industry, and without any type of help from men. That me today, and am pretty happy tomorrow might be different but I have learned not to try to plan too far ahead. I am sorry to rain on your parade but really is this shock to you? If the majority of women loved having sex multiple times a day would there be such a high demand for this escort industry?.That my point. So accept the fact that we are acting, don’t hate me and call me or any of my team mates at Bangalore Girl Friend Experience a man hater for stating the obvious truth. Treat us well like human beings your girl friend,sister,Wife and we are lots better towards you in return, because the job is a very hard one and not as wonderful as you insist it is. Believe it or not.WE at Bangalore Girl Friend Experience believe we are one of the first to coin and use the phrase GFE way back before there was much talk in the town or in this part of the world, Many of you do seek the GFE experience which means a real relationship for the moment with sincere women who enjoys the experience, not just mechanical sex.
Bangalore Girl Friend Experience it sounds somewhat magical doesn't it? Girlfriend experience... ahhh my girly brain envisions hugs and flowers and a genuine warm feeling.
Reality check. For those of you who don't yet know or understand completely what Bangalore Girl Friend Experience this means, it is a term to Chocolate coat the escort experience. It means that even though you are entering a business deal as an escort/client- this should be like an experience you would have with someone who was your girlfriend. It assumes two people can meet and within a matter of minutes act (and working girls know exactly what I mean by "act") like there is some chemistry and level of comfort between the two of you.It is also a guise for unsafe practices: kissing, you name it- ahhh but its all part of the "girlfriend experience" . Give me a break.
We women at Bangalore Girl Friend Experience knowing that it is what most men want, and so we deliver. I think if you need an escort, for whatever reasons, the #1 priority for you should be your safety and self respect. I wish all of us in Bangalore Girl Friend Experience team provide the GFE and make it be what it is- a business arrangement. Be nice, sweet, sexy- whatever we do at our best, I am still amazed we Bangalore Girl Friend Experience team women offer- even compete- for these services. A popular review board of escort Services has a system where Bangalore Girl Friend Experience rating go above 9 out of 10.Are faithful men nothing more than a fantasy we see in old movies and fairy tales? What has happened in our society that men have lost the ability to sleep with only one woman?
I know women cheat too...for those ready to jump up and say "It's not just the men" but I have worked in the escort industry, and given that there is not a male escort demand that I am remotely aware of I would say that this prevails as a mans issue with cheating.I am now working in this Escort industry but still mainly dealing with men. Men who tell me over and over how they love their wives. Couldn’t live without them. They are their best friends... soul mates... etc - Its so nice and heartwarming to hear at first- but there’s a catch.They cheat anyway.And then they ask. Hitting on me directly after you have confessed your love for your wife is never a good idea, but usually it is my repeat customers that I have built a level of friendship with that will ask me out. Without even seeming to notice how disturbed this is- they ask. And I smile and politely decline in order to not lose the business, but it really does make me realize that even when not in the industry I am still cursed with the insight into the mans mind. Of course working as a call girl/escort/entertainer will leave you jaded, but it is more sad to leave the industry and realize that it is not just one group of "hobbyist's" that cheat. It is not just the men who frequent escorts- its also the nice guys who wouldnt dream of an escort encounter- they just go about it differently. There is no difference between the man who calls and in an hour has a girl show up to have sex and the man who slowly over time seduces a casual friend/coworker. The outcome is the same. Wives are still at home never knowing or dealing with finding out that her fears are true.
No wonder this is the worlds oldest profession, and its not going away. Its just getting worse, so out in the open that monogamy is now odd. It's sad- because women will never change either, and we will all still hope that our man is not like that.SO which is better? Realizing that men will cheat no matter how much they love their wives- which is the better option? An escort that is a business deal or a friend/lover? Ill let you decide- This is such a complex subject for me, because i hated escorting, i hate women being exploited or getting caught in the industry-Maybe in 5 yrs ill start to worry, but I do plan on having started a business by then- but it takes time, and money- so until then.... here in Bangalore Girl Friend Experience entertaining you folks.I wont elaborate on my endless struggle to find peace within- Going back after being out Going back into the Escorting industry is going to be a lot harder than I thought! Never mind the tons of other things that go along with it, but my initial experience is that I can no longer pretend to put up with men..I used to be able to smile and nod and be cute, and I have found that now I just cant do it. I cant stand listening to them justify cheating on their wives, or demanding this or that on their time... its total crap what we put up with. I havent even begun again, because I cant get past the initial contacts.Maybe I am mad at myself and it reflects towards them, or maybe I am just 7 years wiser and cant put up with men's shit anymore. I hate the fake conversations and the pretending to care about me and what I want... And as much as I am dying to be sexual again.My life is completely different now.. Not for the better or for the worse, just different. I am devastated, but I am holding onto the thread of hope I have in my concern Bangalore Girl Friend Experience that has so often pulled me through this crap as an independent high class escort.and I know I will get better.For now, I have nothing. The money I had saved so far is just about gone, I don't have any Savings, its not pretty. I am working full time as an independent high class escort in my concern Bangalore Girl Friend Experience, and praying that the job goes well, but I have already begun to plan to transition back into the escorting industry in Bangalore.I know its the wrong choice for me, but I am also beginning to realize I make a lot of bad choices, and although there might be other options for me, I cant see them right now. All I can see is my money is almost gone, my car about to be repossessed, and my phone shut off. I am not spending, not splurging. I am working fit as hard as I can, but its not enough and I cant live like this without Money. Is it really that wrong to go make a few thousand to get us on our feet again? Maybe, but I don't think so.... I would rather not, but the choice of doing nothing doesn't make much sense to me either. I went from having everything, to having nothing,and I have to get us back to on track. I have hit "rock-bottom" but I am guessing it cant get much worse than this.For me, a lot is emotional too. Honestly, if I am positive and happy then I can think my way out of these situations, but I am just not there anymore.
I am back to escorting in my dear old concern Bangalore Girl Friend Experience of course I am completely out of money and there is no choice.
The million thoughts had raced through my head everyday- the doubting, the hurt, the anger, " That was said perfectly for me. Maybe that’s all that comes of it, a daily choice whether or not to return. I have been thinking a lot more lately about what I deserve, not just what I will put up with- if that makes sense to anyone. I am realizing clearly that in life, I do not stand up for what i really want, and deserve, and hopefully with practice I will start.I will sit here in my house in Koramangala and imagine an old call or going out on a new fake not escorting gig- and it will slowly get dark around me and eventually I will admit I am not going anywhere and go put my night dress on around 10 pm. And I will feel like a huge failure. I don’t feel proud of myself for escorting, I feel like I lost out on an opportunity in my life, I seriously ponder whether or not I am legally insane.Nothing I have ever done has haunted me like this. Its such a temptation that it takes over my rational thinking and lures me into a fantasy world of money that I live in this world of escorting, only to have my emotions emerge broke and pissed off.This sucks. Maybe if I had friends to go out with and pass the time, or if my boyfriend liked going out with me, but I just sit here. All dressed up and nowhere to go. I cant take the burden of being broke. I cant take having no life, never leaving this house unless its to return with groceries. I used to party all night long, in the best 5 star hotels, the cities hottest clubs. Now I cant stay awake past 11 because I am so mad at myself. I remember it as fun and I have to remind myself that even though it was exciting, and I was out- it wasn’t fun to be doing what I was doing.
The only good thing was the money. And I wonder if that is what my issue is- or if I won the lottery tomorrow would escorting still have such a pull on me? I do think about that- if I was rich would it then be the excitement, the power, the game? Would I crave the different men and their stories? I doubt that one. Lately I have been playing a very dangerous game with myself. I have been coming up with new ideas on how to make money. Real money here in Bangalore where i was escorting, not the extra part time night job money, And please don't flame that remark, most women will understand that...I guess that’s why I havent written too much on the subject lately. I’m a horrible liar, and I don’t want to risk anyone reading something positive about escorting from me. Even if I never know, I don’t want someone to come here and read something I’ve written and make the choice to escort. I want to continue to stress that its not the right choice, even when I myself struggle with no choice to go back. I guess more importantly Its been over 7 year now. I am still making it in escorting, and I hope to continue. More so, I hope that someday its not a choice for me. I want to get to the point where it is out of the question, whatever my circumstances. I want to become one of those strong women in Bangalore city who are better entrepreneurs of their own ,who shudder at the thought, who believe in themselves, and would never, ever consider selling their temples. I want to be that strong women entrepreneur someday, not someone with no respect for myself who contemplates selling herself to make ends meet. I just wonder how much long it will take. What do I need to do to get there? Is it even possible?.And this year my home loans is pushing me so hard to escort. I am fighting myself everyday and just go back to the big money.
Its the money, definitely. But I also think its emotional. The stress, the sadness in us that make it easy for us to slip back into that mindset of "I might as well be an escort" Feeling badly makes escorting seem like a rational choice. Is it because I hate myself and feel that I fit in with the escorting world-I have been wondering lately where to draw the line when it comes to working in the "escort" industry.I was just wondering what everyone else thought, where do you draw the line?
If you do and If you are me - are you afraid it would be too easy to put a FULL STOP to escorting?
I wish everyone the best- the escorts in my team at Bangalore Girl Friend Experience , the ones debating, the angry wives, and the men. We are all in this together in some weird way.
http://www.bangaloregirlfriendsexperience.com/
- CryptKicker
- 08-05-2014, 08:44 PM
I think this has been talked to death. Move on now.