Gigolo in Augsburg

Smaller, quieter, and close to Munich

Augsburg has three hundred thousand residents and sits half an hour from Munich. For anyone living in the region who would rather not meet in Munich, or the other way around, that’s handy: the other city is always nearby.

The city itself is older than almost any other in Germany, with a Renaissance centre and a fifteenth-century water management system that is on the World Heritage list. From Amsterdam it’s almost seven hours, so this becomes a stay and not an evening.

What we can do together

The Rathaus with the Goldener Saal, which stops you in your tracks as you walk in. The Fuggerei, the oldest social housing in the world, where the rent is still next to nothing. The Lech canals that run straight through the city. And the Wertachauen for a walk along the water.

A little further out lies the Allgäu, and the Alps are an hour and a half away. For a weekend that’s a beautiful extension.

Language

German, English or Dutch, and switching halfway is fine.

Who I come here for

For women who are married and have long missed what they don’t say out loud. Also for women who plan a few days for themselves after a divorce and don’t want to be alone. For widows who feel guilty about wanting something again, which there’s no need for at all. Just as much for women in the Swabian villages around here, where social control is firm.

And for couples who want to try something new together. What’s possible is set out under my services.

Practical

Almost seven hours by car from Amsterdam. What that means in travel cost you hear before a date is set, and the amount doesn’t move after that.

No surcharge for the night, the weekend or a public holiday. Booking together costs the same as on your own. For a stay of several days I ask for a deposit, because by then I’ve already reserved a room.

Discretion in the Swabian countryside

The villages around Augsburg are small and Catholic and everyone knows everyone. There it’s noticed who comes and who goes, and what time the car drives off again.

I take that into account: parking where you want, at the edge of the village if need be, with the last stretch on foot. No flowers, no conspicuous arrival. If anyone asks who I am, I stick to the story you came up with. For many women a hotel in Augsburg or Munich is more comfortable than home for that reason.

What you can expect from me

On time, well groomed, and without the hurry of someone who has to be somewhere else afterwards. At this distance that’s the case anyway: I have nothing else on those days.

I listen without pushing you one way, and there’s very little I haven’t heard before. Where you draw a line it stays, even the moment you want to move it yourself.

Discretion in practice

Everything runs through me. No agency, no colleague reading along, no records your name lands in. I don’t leave messages lying around; they go.

At a hotel I come in as an ordinary guest, without flowers and without a greeting the lobby turns to look at. If you run into someone you know, I’m whoever you say I am at that moment.

How a first meeting goes

First a few messages back and forth. A few questions from me, a few from you, and then you usually know. A call works too.

When we see each other, we simply let the beginning last. For almost everyone that takes longer than estimated, and everything that follows gets easier for it. At this distance there’s simply room for it.

After that you hear nothing more from me, unless you want to.

What women often say afterwards

What comes up first is rarely the physical part. What gets mentioned more often is the calm: that no one looked at a watch, that nothing was rushed.

And almost always the sigh that they took far too long to send that first message.

This is how it starts

Send a message: your town, and the stretch of time it would fit. For a stay I’m happy to help think through the place.