You’d think selling houses would be straightforward show up, look professional, and close the deal. But no, in my world, every day is a game of navigating people, managing expectations, and playing up “pretty girl privilege” just to keep things moving smoothly. Being a sales personnel in real estate comes with its own set of rules, and I’ve learned how to work them in my favor.

I deal with all sorts: the high-profile business moguls who treat a house purchase like a grocery run, the couples who disagree on every detail down to the bathroom tiles, and then the investors who just need me to reassure them that this house is “exactly” what they’re looking for. I’ve learned that selling is as much about psychology as it is about the property itself. Sometimes, a well-timed smile or compliment can sway a client as much as a thorough pitch on square footage.

And yes, I use what they call “pretty girl privilege” Why not? If I can close a deal because I played up my charm or because a client finds me easier to trust, I’m not complaining. My looks have become an unspoken asset in my toolkit. Sometimes it’s subtle: a well-curated outfit, a little extra attention to my makeup, or a laugh at a client’s joke (even if it’s barely funny). Other times, I let the charm flow freely, especially if it helps seal the deal.

While I thrive in my job, I’ve learned something else about myself I’m just not interested in love, or at least not in the traditional, exclusive kind. Relationships, in my world, are more of a fun distraction than a priority. I’m not the “settle down and play house” type. Instead, I’m the “let’s enjoy each other’s company while it lasts” type, and I make that clear from the start. I don’t have time for messy emotions, not with the demands of my work life.

Instead, I’ve been juggling a few casual relationships. It’s more of a balancing act than anything serious, a way to unwind without any expectations. They each serve their purpose: some for good company, others for a lighthearted laugh, and a few for the occasional fancy date night. It works for me. When one starts expecting more, I keep it simple I move on. I know what I want right now, and love isn’t it.

But as glamorous as my life may sound, it’s still work. I’m always on the clock, always thinking about my next deal, and always figuring out how to keep my personal life from clashing with my work persona. Some days, it feels like I’m performing non-stop, keeping my charm on high, while remembering each detail of the properties I’m selling.

It’s exhausting, but I like to think I’m thriving. There’s a certain satisfaction that comes with knowing I’m shaping my life exactly the way I want. For now, that’s enough.