My name is Deepak. I’m the only African guy on the beaches of Goa. My friends and I like to explore the tourist scene here, if you know what I mean.
I set my eyes on one very curvy dark haired girl. She looks kind of a country girl type, from England.
Ask her help in picking up boxers in a shop she visits. Thank her help and offer her lunch in return.
We end up talking a lot. She says she’s 29 and her mother sets her up for these trips. She says she doesn’t really care for the sun, or partying. But she likes reading books.
I know her type: virgin.
I tell her that I understand where she’s coming from: ‘you’re way more shy than you should be. You are the best looking girl on this beach, and I see a lot of girls every day. I think your mother is trying to encourage you to acknowledge that.’
She doesn’t believe so I offer to do a test. She gets her bikini – never used before – on, and we head for the beach. I tell her that there isn’t one guy who isn’t attracted to her.