Gigolo in Nuremberg

Six hours, so not an evening

Nuremberg sits a bit over six hours from Amsterdam. That’s too far to drop by and just right for one night or two days. Plan it well ahead, and I arrive rested.

The city itself is compact: the old centre fits inside the city wall, and you walk from one end to the other in half an hour. Big enough for anonymity, small enough to walk all of it.

What we can do together

The Kaiserburg above the city, with a view over the roofs. The Handwerkerhof and the half-timbered houses along the Pegnitz. The Germanisches Nationalmuseum, the largest cultural-history museum in the country. And the Wöhrder See for an hour along the water.

The city also carries a heavy past, with the Dokumentationszentrum on the former party rally grounds and the halls where the trials were held. Confronting, and not for every mood, but striking all the same.

Language

German, English or Dutch. The Franconian dialect is hard for outsiders, but in a conversation with me that plays no part.

Who I come here for

For women who are married and have missed for years what they don’t say out loud. Just as much for women who began a second life after a divorce. For widows, in whom the body wants something while the mind is still grieving. Just as much for women who live in the Franconian countryside, where everyone knows everyone and this isn’t talked about.

Couples too. What’s possible is set out under my services.

Practical

A bit over six hours by car from Amsterdam. The travel cost you hear before any date is set and it doesn’t move after that.

No surcharge for the night, the weekend or a public holiday, and booking as a couple costs the same as on your own. If we stay several days, I ask for a part in advance; by then I’ve already reserved a room myself.

Where we meet

Usually in a hotel, in the city or just outside it. For a two-day stay something quieter at the edge is often nicer than the middle of the centre.

Your own home works too. Then we agree beforehand how I arrive, where I park and what I say if anyone asks who I am.

What it is not

There’s no organisation behind me: no catalogue of gentlemen, no go-between, no client file. Whoever you write to now is who will stand in front of you later.

Performing isn’t part of it. Your body doesn’t have to match any picture, your age doesn’t matter, and you don’t have to explain your desire.

How a first meeting goes

First a few messages back and forth. A few questions travel back and forth, and somewhere in that exchange you know whether you want to go on. A call works too.

On the day itself we take plenty of time for the beginning. For almost everyone that takes longer than estimated, and everything that follows gets easier for it.

And after that it’s up to you whether there’s any contact.

Changing your mind is fine

Halfway through too, and even if you set aside two days for it. That’s not a failure, and it causes me no discomfort at all.

Meetings regularly go differently than planned. It can calm things; it doesn’t have to. Where it goes doesn’t matter to me, as long as you’re happy with it.

If you’re still hesitating

A message brings no obligation. Some women email me with one question about how it works and leave it at that. Others write months later as if no time had passed.

No pressure, no callback request, no quota to hit.

This is how it starts

Write me where you are and which week or which weekend you have in mind. For Nuremberg we plan well ahead.