Gigolo in Magdeburg

Spaciously laid out by the water

Magdeburg was largely rebuilt after the war, with wide avenues and plenty of green along the Elbe. What the city did keep is the Dom, the oldest Gothic cathedral in Germany, which outlasted everything around it and still stands as though nothing happened.

From Amsterdam it’s a good five hours’ drive. Too far for an evening, fine for a night or two days.

What we can do together

The Dom, bigger and quieter than you expect. The Grüne Zitadelle, Hundertwasser’s last building, pink and crooked and utterly out of place among the rest. The Elbauenpark with the Jahrtausendturm. And the Elbe itself, with quays and islands you walk along for hours.

Half an hour away lies the Wasserstraßenkreuz, where a canal runs over the top of the river. For an engineer’s heart that’s a pilgrimage.

Language

German, English or Dutch. You choose, and switching partway is fine.

Who I come here for

For women in a marriage where this subject bled out years ago. Also for women starting over after a divorce. For widows, who feel grief and longing at once and don’t know what to do with it. Just as much for women in the villages along the Elbe, where everyone knows everyone.

And for two people who want to go through this together. What’s on offer is set out under my services.

Practical

A good five hours’ drive from Amsterdam. Before there’s a date you know exactly what the journey costs, and that’s where it stays.

Nights, weekends and public holidays cost the same, and a date for two costs no more. For a stay of several days I ask for a deposit, because by then I’ve booked a room.

What it isn’t

There’s no organisation behind me: no catalogue, no agent passing on your preferences, no record your name stays in. Whoever you’re reading now is who rings the bell later.

And nothing is expected of you. There’s no standard your body or your age has to meet.

What you can expect from me

On time, well groomed, and with nothing else on the agenda those days. At this distance it can’t be any other way.

I listen without steering anywhere, and there’s very little that still startles me. Your line is my line, and it doesn’t shift in the heat of things.

Discretion in practice

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

In Magdeburg itself an unfamiliar face doesn’t stand out. In the villages along the Elbe it’s different, and there I put the car where you want it, some way off if need be.

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. You can call too.

When we meet, we simply let the beginning take its time. For nearly everyone that takes longer than planned, and the rest gets easier for it.

After that it stays quiet on my end, unless you let me know otherwise.

What women often say afterward

It’s rarely about the sex first. What comes up more often is that nothing was rushed through and that no one looked at a phone.

And almost always the remark that they took far too long to write.

What I don’t do

Rushing you. Playacting. Taking a direction just because it’s the usual one. Getting in touch when you didn’t ask.

I also don’t go along with the idea that this is something dirty. The women who book me lead, in the vast majority, an utterly ordinary life.

This is how it starts

A message with your town and the period you have in mind is enough. For a two-day stay I’m happy to help think through the place.