Gigolo in Munich

Far, and so a stay

Munich is almost seven hours from Amsterdam. For a single evening that’s nonsense, so we plan at least one night and preferably two days. Then the journey falls away entirely against the time we have together, and nothing has to be rushed at the end.

For many women that distance is exactly the point. So far from your everyday life, nothing pulls at you: no acquaintances, no agenda that starts tomorrow, no house waiting for you.

What we can do together

The Englischer Garten, bigger than Central Park, with the Eisbach where surfers ride a standing wave. The Isar with its gravel banks, where half the city lies in summer. The Viktualienmarkt for breakfast. Schloss Nymphenburg with that enormous park behind it. And the Pinakotheken if you want to see something that turns into a conversation on its own.

If you have a weekend: the Alps are an hour away. Tegernsee, Starnberger See, or drive on into the mountains.

Language

German, English or Dutch. The Bavarian dialect can be impossible to follow, but that plays no part in a conversation with me.

Who I come here for

For Dutch women who are here for work and notice how far their own circle has drifted. Also for women who are married and haven’t been touched the way they’d want in years. For widows, in whom grief and longing sit side by side. Just as much for women with a lot of responsibility and few places where they’re allowed to be vulnerable.

Couples too, who want to make something of it together. What’s possible is set out under my services, from tantra to an erotic overnight stay.

Practical

Almost seven hours by car. The travel cost that comes with it you hear before a date is set, and that amount doesn’t change after that.

There’s no surcharge for the night, the weekend or a public holiday, and booking together costs the same as on your own. Plan well ahead, a month is normal here. Around Oktoberfest the whole city is full and room prices are absurd, so then we look at another stretch of time.

Discretion

Munich is big enough to disappear into. The Dutch community around the big employers is not, and anyone here for a company knows the same people surprisingly fast.

I come in as an ordinary hotel guest and greet no one first. If you speak to me, I’m whoever you say I am at that moment.

What such a stay looks like

Usually it starts quietly: arriving, coffee, and an hour where nothing has to happen yet. After that it’s up to you. An afternoon out in the city, a walk along the Isar, or not leaving the room at all.

With two days the pressure falls away that an evening booking always keeps. There’s no last train, no morning that starts at eight. In my experience that’s exactly the point where people stop keeping an eye on themselves.

What you can expect from me

On time, well groomed, and with nothing else on the agenda those days. I hear you out without steering, and there’s little that still surprises me.

Where you draw a line it stays, even the moment you want to move it yourself. I talk to no one about you, not now and not later.

Discretion in practice

No agency behind me, no middleman, no colleague reading along, no records your name lands in. The moment a message has served its purpose, it disappears.

No flowers on arrival, no greeting the lobby turns to look at. At an address in the city the car stands where you want it.

How a first meeting goes

First a few messages. I ask something, you ask something, and somewhere along the way you notice whether it fits. A call works too, and on a stay of this length it often happens.

On the day itself the beginning gets all the room it needs. For almost everyone that takes longer than expected, and the rest gets easier for it.

After that it stays quiet on my end, unless you want otherwise.

This is how it starts

Send me a message with where you are and which stretch of time you have in mind. For Munich we like to plan well ahead.