Gigolo in Braunschweig

Older in feel than the city next door

Braunschweig has something Hanover lost: a historic heart you can still read. The Burgplatz with the cathedral and the bronze lion that has stood there since 1166, the half-timbered houses in the Magniviertel, and the Okerumflut, a ring of water around the old town you can drift through by boat.

From Amsterdam it’s four and a half hours’ drive. Too far for a short evening, fine for a night.

What we can do together

The Burgplatz with the cathedral and the lion. The Magniviertel for food and drink among the half-timbering. The Herzog Anton Ulrich Museum, which holds a Rembrandt and a Vermeer, something almost no one knows. And a boat trip on the Oker, gliding under the bridges into the town.

An hour away lies the Harz with Goslar and Wernigerode, and the narrow-gauge train that climbs to the Brocken. For a weekend that’s a fine addition.

Language

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

Who I come here for

For married women who have long been waiting for something they never asked for out loud. For women who stayed in the same neighborhood after a divorce, with everything that means. For widows too. And just as much for women who work at the university or in the car industry and are rarely allowed to simply be themselves anywhere.

And for couples who want to try something new together. See my services.

What you can expect from me

On time, well turned out, and without the impatience of someone with somewhere to be afterward. I don’t push in any direction while you talk, and after all these years there’s little new under the sun.

Where you draw a line it stays drawn, even at the moment you want to move it yourself. Your name I mention nowhere.

Practical

About four hours’ drive from Amsterdam. You hear the travel costs before we arrange anything, and they don’t change after that.

Nights, weekends and public holidays cost nothing extra, and as a pair you pay the same as on your own.

If you’re still on the fence

Then sending a message commits you to nothing. Many women write to me months before anything gets planned, just to know how it works. Some never come back after that and that’s fine; others get in touch again half a year later.

There’s no sales pitch behind it. I won’t press, I send no reminder, and I’ve no calendar that needs filling. If it isn’t right, it isn’t right.

What it isn’t

There’s no organization behind me: no catalog, no middleman, no client list. The person you’re writing to is the person who’ll stand in front of you.

There’s nothing to prove here either. No standard is waiting that your body or your age would have to meet.

An evening or a stay

Four hours each way rarely makes a short evening worth it. A night works better, and that’s the usual shape of it here.

The first hour is an adjustment for nearly everyone. With a whole night behind it, that hour barely counts. If you still have to drive afterward, it weighs on everything that follows.

If in doubt, take the longer option. Stopping earlier is always possible.

What I don’t do

Rush. Put on an act. Steer you somewhere because it looks logical. Get in touch afterward when you’d rather I didn’t.

And I don’t act as if this is something to be ashamed of. Paid company has existed as long as there have been people, it’s entirely legal here, and the women who book me are, in the vast majority, completely ordinary people with a completely ordinary life.

The first time

Almost everyone is nervous the first time, and that’s exactly as it should be. What helps is knowing what’s going to happen, and we spend time on that beforehand: where we meet, at what time, how I come in, and what does and doesn’t happen.

What also helps: nothing has to happen. A first meeting made of talking and an embrace is not half a meeting. For many women that’s exactly enough, and only a second time goes further.

This is how it starts

Write to me with where you live and which moment would suit you. Usually I read and answer it the same day.