Gigolo in Flemish Brabant

The ring around Brussels

Flemish Brabant lies like a belt around Brussels, which means the capital is always within reach. For anyone who would rather not meet in their own town, that is handy. In half an hour you are in a city of more than a million where no one knows you.

Leuven is the big city of the province, with a university dating from 1425 and a population that is largely student. From Amsterdam it is about two hours.

What the province offers

Leuven with the Town Hall that looks like a cake made of stone, the Oude Markt that is called the longest bar in Europe, and the Grand Beguinage on the World Heritage list.

Around it, the Hageland with its rolling vineyards, the Pajottenland where the lambic breweries sit, and the Sonian Forest on the south side of Brussels, a beech wood on the World Heritage list where within ten minutes you meet no one.

Language

Dutch. English and German work too. I do not speak French, which in this province is no problem, even though the language border is close.

Discretion

In Leuven itself no one pays you any attention. Enough students and enough turnover. In the smaller towns around Brussels it is different, and I take that into account: parking wherever you want, no flowers, no loud arrival, and a story ready in case someone asks who I am.

There is no one else behind me. No agency, no colleague reading along, no file you end up in. What we write does not stay on record.

Practical

Two hours’ drive, so by Belgian standards close. You hear the amount for travel as soon as a date comes into view, and after that it does not change.

Evening, night, Saturday, public holiday: the rate stays the same. Booking together costs no more than alone. Reserve a week or two ahead if you can.

Who I come here for

For women who are married and have long waited for a touch that means something. For women starting over after a divorce who do not know where to begin.

Widows, whose body is already further along than the head. And in this province a lot of academics: researchers, lecturers and doctors in training who master their work down to the comma and have no routine at all in this.

The same goes for couples. See my services.

Choose your city

Below is Leuven. Do you live in Vilvoorde, Halle, Tienen, Diest or one of the towns around Brussels? Then pick Leuven or just send me a message.

How a first booking goes

First a few messages back and forth. I ask a few questions, you ask a few, and along the way you notice whether it fits. Prefer to call? You can. Prefer coffee on neutral ground first, with nothing having to follow from it? That works too.

On the day itself nothing has to happen in the first hour. For almost everyone that part lasts longer than expected, and everything after it gets easier for it.

After that it stays quiet from my side. No message the next morning, no reminder six months on.

Changing your mind is allowed

Halfway through too, even when everything was already set. That is not a climbdown, and on my side there is no objection.

What you plan beforehand often does not happen that way. It can turn quieter, and it can go anywhere. I have no stake in which way it goes, except that you look back on it feeling good.

What I do not do

Rush you. Put on an act. Steer toward something because it is supposedly part of the deal. Turn up when you did not ask me to.

And I do not act as if you should be ashamed of this. This work has existed as long as people have, it is allowed here, and the women who book me have, in the vast majority, an utterly ordinary life.

The first time

Almost everyone is tense the first time. What helps most is knowing in advance how it goes. The address, the time, how I come in, and where the line lies.

Beyond that, nothing has to happen. A first time that consists of a conversation and an embrace is not half a booking. For some women that is exactly what they were looking for.