Why My Clients Often Say: “I Wasn’t Sure You Were Real Until…”
There’s a line I hear more often than almost any other.
Sometimes it’s said with a smile. Sometimes softly, almost as a confession. But no matter the tone, the words are nearly always the same:
“I wasn’t sure you were real until just now.”
I’ve heard it in hotel suites in Riyadh. Whispered over quiet dinners in Doha. Murmured in private residences in Jeddah or Kuwait City. Always from the kind of man who has every reason to be cautious.
He’s seen too much. He’s offered trust to the wrong woman before. He doesn’t have time to gamble.
And yet—he wrote to me.
What he doubts (and what he hopes)
He doesn’t doubt the existence of women. He doubts the existence of this kind of woman: intelligent but unpretentious, poised but warm, sensual but never artificial.
He wonders: Is she just an aesthetic? A beautiful website? A performance polished to perfection?
He doesn’t ask it aloud. But it lingers in the space between messages. In the silence between confirmation and arrival. In the quiet click of the hotel door unlocking.
And then I arrive.
The moment it changes
Sometimes it happens when I greet him—not overly familiar, not distant, just effortlessly natural. Other times, it’s during the first glass of wine. Or when he realises I’m listening fully, not preparing a response. Or when I laugh in a way that’s real—not charming, not rehearsed, just real.
There’s a flicker. A shift in his eyes. He leans back, exhales slightly. And I know.
The doubt is gone.
Not because I’ve convinced him—but because the truth is undeniable when you feel it in the room.
The most telling detail? He stays.
He stays longer than he planned. He asks fewer questions and shares more answers. He stops trying to lead and starts letting things unfold.
And by the time we part, it’s not about whether I was real. It’s about how real everything suddenly felt.
I don’t need to declare that I’m real. The men who meet me say it for me—every time.