Nervous to meet?

If You’re Nervous to Meet Me… Same.

If you’re nervous to come see me—same. I get nervous too. I overthink. I say something clever and then immediately follow it with something ridiculous. Half the time I’m quietly panicking, wondering if I already asked how your day was or if I just imagined it.

But here’s the thing—I genuinely love meeting new people. I ask a lot of questions (I try not to, but my curiosity usually wins). And honestly? You could totally make up the answers. I probably wouldn’t know the difference. Ha. I’m a little awkward by default, if you haven’t noticed. But I’ve learned to embrace it.

I’m also having the time of my life doing this. Truly. I still can’t believe I get paid to spend time with interesting, handsome men. It’s kind of my dream job. No joke. I’ve wanted to do this ever since I saw Pretty Woman as a little girl. Although, let’s be real—that probably had more to do with Richard Gere taking her shopping… and maybe a little bit with how good she looked after getting laid, paid, and singing in the bathtub. I was nine years old thinking, Hmm. I might have to look into that someday.

Well… here I am.

I love lingerie. I love attention. I love making people feel good. I never get bored. So if nerves are the only thing stopping you from reaching out, that’s actually kind of adorable. Because trust me—I’m so in my own head that you have absolutely nothing to worry about.

And after all, when we meet, you get to be exactly who you say you are. So… who would you like to be?

No pressure. No script. Just two people feeling it out. Let’s enjoy the moment—awkward pauses and all.

Xo Nina