I moved to Mumbai a little over eighteen months ago from Denmark. At the time, India seemed like a faraway place, hustling and bustling with a lot more action than a small town in Denmark, and when my employer offered me a two year stint to build out a new office in Mumbai, I jumped at it.
Just before I moved, my boyfriend and I decided that we didn’t want a long distance relationship. When I moved back to Denmark, we decided, we would see what made sense. We decided to move on, but needless to add here, emotionally, I was ready for anything but.
My first six months in Mumbai were spent adjusting – to rickshaws, maids, the food, and just about everything else that you can imagine. Once I was settled in, I went out a few times with a group of people from work, and every time I went out, guys hit on me thinking I was “easy”. I met a couple of very sweet guys through the expat club (for those that are interested), but somehow, no one that seemed to get me.
I was also still in love with my boyfriend from Denmark. As hard as it is to admit it, I was mentally in love with him, and physically in need of male company. So one day, I was talking to my gym instructor about this, and he recommended a masseuse that visited some ladies in the neighborhood. I told him I wasn’t really prepared for that, and he said, he’s a great masseuse, and he won’t pressure you into anything anyway.
So with a mix of hesitation and excitement, I called Rakesh’s cell phone. He showed up two days later, in the middle of the afternoon on a Saturday. I live by myself, so didn’t have any awkward guest moments. I opened the door and welcomed him into the apartment. He asked me to lay down and relax. I tried and failed.
In a couple of minutes though, his massage started to calm me down. He spoke in English, telling me what muscles to un-knot as he worked his way through my body until I was completely at ease. After about forty minutes, he asked, very politely, “Ma’am, would you like a happy ending?”. “Yes, that would be wonderful”.
He worked his hands like magic over the next ten minutes, and when he was done, I was thrilled. Thrilled to have found a no-compulsions, no-strings attached, risk-free pleasurable, polite masseuse. It was exactly what I needed, a happy beginning.
Written anonymously by an expat in Mumbai for Bombay Wire. Do you have stories to share of your exploits in the city? Send them to firstname.lastname@example.org