Gigolo in Belgium

Closer than half a province

There is an odd kink in how people in the Netherlands look at Belgium. Antwerp feels like abroad, while it is under two hours’ drive from Amsterdam. Groningen is farther. Ghent takes me about as long as Maastricht, and Brussels is quicker to reach by train than plenty of villages out east.

What is different is that it is another country. Different rules, a different language in the south, and for me a trip I leave a bit more room for. That is why Belgium works best when we do not squeeze it into a tight evening but let it run. A long evening, or a night.

Flanders, Wallonia, Brussels

Flanders is easiest for me. Same language, similar manners, and cities built to human scale. Antwerp, Ghent, Bruges, Leuven and Mechelen are all places where you walk into a hotel without anyone looking up.

Wallonia is another story, and I will be honest about it. I speak Dutch, German and English. Not French, no further than ordering a coffee. In Liège, Namur and Charleroi most people speak fine English and often a bit of Dutch, so in practice we manage together. But if you are after a conversation in French, I am not your man.

Brussels sits in between. Bilingual, international, and of all Belgian cities perhaps the place where two people walking in somewhere together stands out the least.

What changes in practice

Not much, really. I come to you, we agree beforehand on what happens, and you know the cost before anything is fixed. Travel costs depend on the distance and are part of it. Nothing gets added afterward.

One thing is different from the Netherlands. Plan further ahead. I would rather not set a Belgian date right next to a working day before or after it, because then I arrive rushed and you notice. Two weeks in advance is nicer than two days.

Where we meet

Usually a hotel. Across the border that is often even more practical than at home: neutral ground, no neighbours you know, and a Belgian city has plenty of addresses that suit it. Your place works too, exactly as in the Netherlands, and then we agree beforehand on how I arrive and where I park.

For anyone living in a village, and there are more of those in Belgium than the city list below suggests, the same holds as in Brabant or Limburg. The smaller the place, the more carefully I do it. No flowers, no conspicuous arrival, and if someone asks who I am I stick to the story you came up with.

Who I cross the border for

For women who are married and have not been touched the way they would want for years. Also for women who stayed in the same street after a divorce, with everything that means. For widows, in whom grief and longing run together. Just as much for women living in a close community where there is no one here to talk to about this.

And for couples who want to try something together. What is possible is on my services, from simply being together and touch to an erotic overnight where the distance actually works in your favour.

How it starts

With a message. Where you are, roughly what you are looking for, which period you have in mind. Two sentences are enough and you do not have to turn it into a nice story.

I rarely keep you waiting more than a day. After that we keep talking until it feels right for you: texting, calling, or first getting to know each other quietly with no need for anything to come of it. That last one happens more often than you think, certainly with a date across the border.

Choose your region

Below are the provinces and regions where the larger cities are. Do you live in Hasselt, Kortrijk, Ostend, Aalst, Mons or one of the villages in between? Then pick the nearest city, or just send me a message with where you are. Belgium is small enough that the answer is usually yes.

What it is not

There is no organisation behind me. No catalogue of men to pick one out from, no agent passing your preferences to a colleague, no database your name stays in. From your first sentence you are writing with the person who will later drive across the border.

And it is nothing you have to perform in. There is no standard your body or your age has to meet, and what you would like you do not have to defend to me.

An evening or a stay

Antwerp and Mechelen are close enough for a normal evening. For Ghent, Bruges, Liège, Namur and Charleroi it is different. A short evening does not sit well there, for either of us.

If it runs on into the morning, or we make two days of it, the drive disappears completely behind the time that is left. And you feel that, because the first hours are an adjustment for almost everyone. Those hours are a good deal more pleasant when there is no return trip hanging behind them, quietly running along in the back of your head.

If you are unsure about the length, take the longer one. Going home earlier is always possible. Tacking something on the moment it is just getting going almost never is.