Gigolo in Mainz

A city that lives on wine

Mainz is the capital of Rhineland-Palatinate, sits on the Rhine opposite the Rheingau, and breathes wine. Not in a chic way: here you drink a Schoppen in a Weinstube where the tables are wooden and no one is in a hurry. For a first meeting that is a pleasant kind of setting, because the pressure to “do” something drains out of it by itself.

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

What we can do together

The cathedral, red sandstone and a thousand years old. The Gutenberg Museum, because the printing press began here. The Altstadt around the Augustinerstraße, with small streets and façades that survived the bombing. And the Rhine promenade, where in the evening you walk along the water with the ships going by.

Across the water the Rheingau begins: vineyard slopes, monasteries and wine estates where you can eat and sleep. For a two-day stay that is often nicer than a city hotel.

Language

German, English or Dutch. The Mainz dialect rings out everywhere during carnival, but in a conversation with me it plays no part.

Who I come here for

For married women who have long been waiting for something they never asked for out loud. Also for women who, after a divorce, plan a few days for themselves. For widows who blame themselves that something is stirring again, which is entirely unfair. Just as much for women in the wine villages around, where everyone knows one another.

Just as much for couples with a shared curiosity. Look under my services for what is possible.

Practical

What the trip costs depends on how far it is, and you hear that beforehand. Afterward nothing surprises you. No surcharges for the evening, the night, the weekend or a public holiday, and booking as a pair costs no extra.

Around carnival Mainz is completely booked; then we look at another date.

Discretion

I arrive without fuss: no flowers, no loud greeting, and I park where you want. In the wine villages outside the city I pay extra attention to that, because there people see who comes and goes.

No one else is involved. No agency, no go-between, and your name ends up in no system.

Discretion in practice

No one else is involved. No agency, no go-between, no colleagues, and no records where your name ends up. I do not leave messages lying around; they go.

On arrival I keep it low-key: no flowers, no loud greeting, and I park where you want, some way off if need be. If you run into someone you know, I am who you say I am. Feel free to think that story up in advance, so you do not have to improvise on the spot.

How a first date 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. A phone call is fine too.

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

From my side nothing more comes after that, unless you ask for it.

Changing your mind is allowed

Halfway too, even if everything was already planned and you have made a journey for it. That is no failure and for me it is no problem at all.

In practice it regularly happens that a date goes a different way than expected. Calmer sometimes, and sometimes not at all. I steer nowhere and I have no stake in what does or does not happen, except that you feel good and look back on it with a pleasant feeling.

What I do not do

Rush. Play a role. Steer toward something because it seems logical. Reach out afterward if you do not want that.

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

This is how it starts

Send me a message with where you are and which period you have in mind. Around carnival the whole city is booked, so then we look at another week.