I began my career as a professional companion at 31, which I've come to understand is a little late to enter the industry. It has been 6 years since that fated night in late July when I took my first appointment. As I left the downtown Denver hotel where I met that first client, I saw a praying mantis on the sidewalk- a somewhat rare insect to spot on the arid streets of Denver, Colorado! I took it as a sign of good fortune and prosperity. As I skipped back to my car, giddy off the money I had just earned in exchange for an hour of my time, I knew I had found at least one of my callings in life.
Now 37 years old, I don't necessarily consider myself to be "mature." I still waste too much time playing video games, I still can't keep a plant alive, and I have a very strong distaste for organization and order. But when it comes to the skills I use as a companion, I do have a wealth of experience! Personally, I am very happy I entered the industry in my 30s, as I don't think I would have done well with it in my 20s. No shame at all toward other providers anywhere on the spectrum of human age- I often lament missing out on all the money I could have made in my 20s! Just saying that if I think I am immature now, I can't even begin to describe the level of my naivete and ingenuity in my 20s! I did do a brief stint as a dancer and cam girl when I was about 20 or 21, and neither lasted very long due to how easily discouraged I was. Plus I think I was always destined for independent business ownership, anyhow. I hate having anyone else take any cut of my earnings!
So much has changed in this industry in the 6 years I have been doing this, but the amount of control over my time and freedom to live my life as I wish has remained a constant. I've never been the sort of person to have any regrets, but my decision to become an indy companion in my 30s is one of the top best decisions I've ever made. I plan on expanding more upon how much I consider time to be the most precious commodity in my life in further blog posts, but what I will say for now is that I was deeply depressed and discouraged before figuring out how to free myself from the 40 (60) hour work week. My mental and physical health have both continued to improve steadily over the past 6 years! I am so incredibly grateful for that.
To me, being a mature companion means I have the experience and knowledge that equal confidence in my skin and in my decisions. Professional companionship has been a precious gift in my life, and I give about zero fucks what anyone else thinks about that. Giving zero fucks has always been my way, though, even when I was younger! It's just that at my age I now know that I have always been right to have that level of self-assurdness.