A rosy future, please

So, New Years' resolutions, anyone? I've thought about mine; I want to improve my Dutch alot, learn some basic Danish and make some money with a regular job. Sounds about right.
As I was looking through this and especially the former blog it struck me how, in a way, it is so haphazard. The List, that is. Thus a recent excerpt (obviously incomplete, I only included those mentioned in posts, and others are either not really worth mentioning, very embarrassing, or simply too long ago):

#1: Taylor (Australia) Surfer-type, long honey-coloured hair, luscious, statutory rape
#2: Nigel (England) unneccessary, hairy, banana-dick, statutory rape
#18: Karl (Germany) Septuagenerian, very clingy, smallest member seen to date
#19: Jean (Benelux) filthy, filthy rich and exquisite in every way - we're still in touch
#20: Ludwig (Germany) very handsome one-night-stand, my first circumcised one
#21: Christopher (Germany) paedo, fuckhead, the one whose dick I butchered
#23: Austrian guy (Austria) most unneccessary, Octoberfest, too drunk to remember anything
#24: Helmut (Germany) what the hell was I thinking, Octoberfest-gaffe again
#25: William McHaggis (Scotland) ex-con, bad boy, abusive
#26: Richard (Germany) screwed me in a dark room in a fetish club
#27: Ian (England) in Munich on stag weekend, didn't know the colour of his undies
#28: Philip (Netherlands) loony, coke-head
#29: Simon (Australia) 'banana sticking out of a tumbleweed'
#30: Colin (England) one-night-stand gone wrong
#31: George (England) in his 60s, fond of him, NO curse
#32: Søren (Denmark) exruciatingly handsome, millionnaire, best fuck ever
#33: Paul (Germany) beautiful Le Chiffre lookalike, likes fucking in public
#34: Sid (England) no post yet
#35: Freek (Netherlands) not bad at all
#36: Mackenzie (England) big mistake
#37: Steve (England) unnecessary
#38: Darrin (Australia) pretty good for a change


Not very dynamic, as far as nationalities go, aye? That might be another resolution yet, more ethnic diversity. Mustn't go too crazy though. Throw in some more Scandinavians. And Dutch are always good, too.

Going Dutch

Remember Freek (#35), the Dutchman I met in October, eventually hooked up with and never heard from again? I did do him injustice. He must have been genuinely busy when he was out of touch after we had sex. Because the minute I stopped thinking about him, he came back into the picture, texting, IMing and whatnot. We were meant to meet up on the 22 December, after his long long spell in the US but typically, I contracted a nasty cold and had to cancel.
But I am looking forward to see him again next year. It's always good to have someone for casual dating and sex.

I have now decided that I definitely do not want to date any more Brits or, God forbid, Paddies. Simple reason: The Curse. It's downright ridiculous, how is it possible that a whole nation has tiny dicks? And the Irish are even worse than the English, they seem to have dicks of a truly microscopic quality. Yes, very biased, also I've only ever seen (yes, only seen, not actually had inserted anywhere thank God) one Irish dick (total pencil dick) but my dear friend Caroline, I believe, has had sex with a couple (or only one?) Paddies and she told me about this one guy whom she met at the Octoberfest and it turned out he was the son of one of the main characters in a popular telly show which was set on a fictional island; and his dick, she told me, was a mere 3 or so inches. Erect, that is. Creepy.
So now I reckon I would pretty much like to focus on dating the Dutch. They're usually very tall and I can practise my Dutch with them. They seem to be everywhere anyway.

Dating the Danish, finally with success

I have posted some lenghty material on Søren previously, he is a Danish millionnaire I met online in spring and several attempts of him coming to Munich to see me had failed. He said he'd come in May but cancelled on super-short notice. After that in early July and in mid-July, cancelled on both occassions again. I was beginning to feel suspicious, it seemed kinda strange that someone would cancel so often. But then....out of nothing he skyped the following in late July (again, I have not edited out Søren's spelling mistakes):

Søren: hi, i know you must have your doubts about me, but to try a poor attempt to show my intentions, I am driving to Munich, so I will be there in the early afternoon - maybe you are free maybe not..if not I will lay a red rose on your doorstep and drive off again...

And my first thought was: WTF?! As he was offline by the time I read the message, I texted him whether he was being serious and he replied:

I will call you from every city along the way to munich....it will be difficult to talk with a rose between my teeth:-)

OMG, I could have shot myself into orbit with the amount of adrenaline that surged through my body. The next day, the conversation continued on skype:

Me: you are coming tomorrow?
Him: Yes, thats the plan..I am leaving from here around midday.....I should be able to go to munich in 7-8 hours if traffic is not so bad. My helicopter is in the garage at the moment...some oil problems, so unfortunately I have to drive ;)
Me: for how long would you be staying
Him: Untill Saturday morning - was the plan...Then I will go to Dresden for a visit.
Me: well, lucky i have time on friday
Me: i mean, i dont reeally but i can make time
Him: thats great, then I dont have to bring a rose to your doorstep....
Me: yea ;) text me or call me to confirm tomorrow ok
Me: ive to run :*
Him: I will - have a nice day .. kisses

Promising, eh? So he would come on a Friday and what do I usually do on Fridays? Yes, I go to Friday beer garden (do I have to explain again what it is?) and that Friday it happened to be at the Chinese Tower, a big beergarden in the English garden. With a Chinese tower in the middle (yes, wtf). Caroline was going too, Colin ('boyfriend') fortunately wasn't. The texts started arriving in the afternoon:

Søren 1.36pm: Hamburg....driving naked

This sounded as if he really was coming this time, but since Søren had cancelled too many times before, my hopes weren't so very high and I chose a slightly modest outfit (with knickers); a smart short black dress with pink flowers, opaque Vivienne Westwood footless tights, my darling 5" platform peeptoe cut-out Oxford shoeboot Louboutins (perfect for a beergarden!), and pearls as accessories.

Me 3.30pm: How are you proceeding?
Søren 4.42pm: Not so good....i am in cew by Hannover. (yes, he meant queue, ain't that sweet)
Søren 6.42pm: kassel

All spruced up I left the house around 7pm and I must have arrived at the Chinese tower around 7.25pm. Caroline was already there, so was George (# idunnowhichone) and many others. I didn't get myself a drink because I was afraid I'd get shit-faced before it would be time to meet Søren. So I just had some of everyone else's. I was so deliriously happy. Bursting. Unbelievably. Inconceivably. And the next text made me even happier:

7.32pm: bayern

Yes! He was in Bavaria! I'd definitely see him! I bided my time figeting, smoking, running to the loo, checking and rechecking my reflection etc.

9.54pm: Okay....i am 50 km from the hotel, i will wait outside
Me 9.55pm: Text me when you arrive
9.56pm: Ok, i will send you when to go
10.35pm: I am here baby...

And off I went. Managed to snatch a taxi someone else has ordered and then had to sit through half an hour of agony, wishing the car would go faster, wishing the Marriot in Freising (near the airport) wasn't so excruciatingly far away.
After a 10 minute ordeal of meandering around the stupid one-way road web that encases the hotel we finally pulled up in front of the Marriot around 11.30pm, and I spotted a solitary figure on the terrace. He got up, waved and paced down the stairs to greet me and also pay the fare. Kissing me on my cheek he purred into my ear: "You're delicious". And I scrutinized him as well, he was quite different from the pictures he sent me, or, he was rather different from how I imagined him. We walked back to the terrace together and I saw how very slim and atheltic Søren was, and so boyish. I had imagined him to look a little older, but no, he looked quite young and achingly handsome (to be fair, he's only 38 but he looks younger than that and he's 6'1"). He wore a shirt of some kind (how bad, I forgot) and dark, thigh-hugging jeans and a golden watch of almost ridiculous magnitude. But it didn't look so ridiculous on him. On the contrary, he looked very elegant.
Outside, shrouded in a light breeze we had some prosecco and a fag or two (he smokes) and I was very nervous but Søren seemed to be quite at ease, leaning back in his chair, making casual conversation with me at first. After midnight, we went up to the room, which was reasonably nice and Søren nipped back downstairs to the bar to get a bottle of bubbly which we drank while sitting on the settee and chatting about all and sundry. He told me how he had some kind of a fetish for long hair and how as a child he'd always sleep in his mother's arms, clutching her hair. Eventually (I was getting quite uninhibited) we kissed and I offered to give him a massage. I found some lotion in the bathroom and took off my dress, as Søren had requested earlier, and straddled him as he lay in his boxers on his belly in the middle of the vast bed. Once I finished rubbing all the lotion into his smooth and muscular back I moved next to him and pressed my body against his before he rid us both of what little we were still wearing, only to reveal an already impressive hard-on (not freakishly big, not small, somewhere between medium and big but rather bigger than medium). His body was so toned and firm, almost hairless, too; and the cutest thing was a Superman logo tattoo on his shoulder, which he got in the army he said.First, he went down on me and then, firmly gripping his member, I sucked him off, carrying on with my hand when my tongue wandered down to his balls and pucker ("Do you like this?" - of course he did "No-one did this to me before" oh really). Then he knelt on the bed, I was lying on my belly with my mouth yearning for his perfect cock, and, after a few jerks with his hand, gushed a load of come in my face (all the while making the most darling moaning noises "Oooooieee").
Still hard, he pulled me towards him and thrust his cock into my sopping wet pussy and pounded me hard and fast, only pausing to switch positions, like, standing in front of the mirror (handprints all over it, hehe). I was amazed by the staccato of fucking he was able to keep up, and that was all the time, not only for a few minutes. The second time he unloaded all over my bum and as it was kinda late we went to sleep.
Søren put his arm around me and I cuddled up to him and was soon fast asleep, I was still drunk, you know.
When I woke up in the morning he was still sleeping and so gorgeous to look at, with his long dark lashes fluttering against his cheeks and that peaceful look on his face. Knowing that he had a live-in girlfriend and two children (by different women, not his current gf either) at home in Denmark almost broke my heart that moment. Sigh.
I snuggled up closer to him again and felt his cock hardening and he woke up and fucked me again but in a more slow and lazy manner. He jumped into the shower after wiping me dry of the come he shot all over me again and then I took a shower and Søren went down to reception to ask for an iron and a board. I took great pleasure in ironing his shirt for him and after he got dressed we went downstairs for some breakfast and due to Søren's tight schedule left soon afterwards.
He took me home and at one time he punched my arm, shouting "Volkswagen, Volkswagen!" I was like "WTF?" and it turned out to be some game where you punch the other person when you see a Volkswagen. How darling, how sweet - not only was he tall and handsome, as well as great in bed, really smart, witty, well-spoken, fragrant, wealthy, Scandinavian, to-die-for accent and all, but so down to earth, too. Downside: he's a big womanizer and Don Juan. Little wonder. Sigh.

Since then he made plans to come to Munich at least once but it didn't work out. But I'm happy to wait. He qualifies as 'best fuck ever'. And he did drive all the way from Denmark to Munich just to see me. "I'd walk a million miles for one of your smiles" does hold truth.

Random encounter

Whatever happened to common sense? Sometime in summer Paul (#33 or #34, not sure at the moment, the one I jerked off in a courtyard in August; please see 'I just pick my cherry' for further reading) and I had arranged to meet at the Max & Moritz, a club here in Munich at a certain time on a Tuesday. Which is a pretty daft arrangement, how are you supposed to find someone (short and skinny) in a crowded basement club where no-one's phone works?! I was there pretty much bang on time and spent half an hour looking for the guy before accepting defeat and plotting what I should do with my time then (I was already with Colin #30, my 'boyfriend', and it would've been most suspicious had I returned home straight away) and very obviously, I decided to go kill some time in Kilian's.

At the bar I was halfway through my second pint and thinking it was save to go home, when an 50-ish average looking grey-haired business-type sidled up next to me to place an order. Almost immediately, he struck up a conversation with me in English and his somewhat poor accent made me ask where he was from. He was Dutch! That made him a lot more attractive to me, because, as I forever keep on saying, I absolutely adore the Dutch. Mostly because of their utterly irresistable accents when they speak English and they're so tall, average height for men in the Netherlands is 6'1", and somehow a lot of them seem to be above average handsome. Although this Dutchman, Joop, was 'only' around 5'11". As far as my recollection goes, he worked for the Allianz, was from Rotterdam and in Munich on business. From my side there was no intention to spend the night with him but when he mentioned that he was staying in the Bayrischer Hof (the nicest hotel in Munich) my brain went Ker-Ching! and I decided that i definitely wanted to spend the night with him, just for the sake of being able to stay in said hotel. I was pretty plastered when we went there, but naturally it didn't stop me from raiding the mini-bar. We didn't have sex though, I still had an inflamed bladder from my date with Søren (yes! Meeting him did work out eventually! And he was divine! I'll post his story soon) but Joop did go down on me for ages and in the end I even came, it wasn't a great orgasm, since I was so tired and emotional, but OK nonetheless. We went to sleep, the next day I made use of the gorgeous marble shower, bade Joop good-bye and went home and that was that.

Why only one shag when you can have several?

Finally, a new post. It's not like I'm short of material, on the contrary, I've been busy "cheating" (har har) on my "boyfriend" Colin (#30). With Freek, for instance (no, not freak; its short for Frederik). I met him in late October in Kilians, I was there with Caroline (who, btw is a total man-eater now, she gets laid all. the. time.) and we had a table to ourselves, when a group of four men, age-wise ranging from 20s to 60s joined us there. At that moment I was just on my way to do toilet and when I returned and Caroline said that they were Dutch I was more than delighted! I love Dutchmen! So much! Also, a week prior, I had started actually learning Dutch so I had a prime opportunity to practise. We learned that they all worked for the same company (chemicals, allegedly no napalm), two of them lived in Munich, one in South Carolina, one in Saudi. Freek was one of the ones in Munich. Before long, he had made it very clear that he fancied me, but I didn't fancy him in the slightest! Still, we went home in the same s-bahn and I did give him my number, since I wanted to practise my Dutch further.
Freek has to travel alot professionally but still he was literally stalking me, sending so many texts. Some weeks after our first encounter Caroline and I met up with Freek and one more from their bunch in Kilians and I still didn't fancy him, he would move his leg against mine if sat next to me and it made me really uncomfortable. But he kept pursuing and a fortnight ago Colin was away for two nights and I agreed to meet Freek for dinner. We went to the Tokami, the best sushi place in Munich and it wasn't unpleasant and when we went to have a drink in the Soda it was ok as well but I was still uncomfortable touching his leg. Nevertheless, we made plans to meet two days later, on Friday, to go to Friday beer garden. Colin was meant to go to Berlin very very early the next day and would be away for one night, too. Colin upset me alot before I went out to meet Freek and had me determined to spend the night elsewhere.
To cut a long story short, I kind of did warm up to him at last, thanks to about 6 strawberry margharitas and we went back to his, picking up a bottle of bubbly on the way.
I must say he lives in an utterly gorgeous flat, his company pays for it, his own flat is in Amsterdam. There, facililated by additional alcohol we started making out and eventually ended up screwing. The bits I'm still able to remember were not at all bad, not breath-taking but reasonable. I slept so soundly and the next day he went to work (yes, on a Saturday) and left me with his only set of keys so I could go home and do stuff, which I did. Freek (#35, thus) then came to my place after he had finished work and we went back to his' (Colin was away that night and most of Sunday too). He made me dinner and we watched some telly and then slept but nothing more. Oh, apart from when I sucked him off, but that was it, he didn't attempt to have any sex. Now, that might be because I told him that I was sore. But usually, men will still make a pass.
So I went home and all of a sudden I was quite fond of Freek, he was genuinly nice all weekend but - of course! - he then became very elusive. Quelle surprise!
I mean, it's not the end of the world for me, I'm not all that bothered about him, but it still makes you wonder. Apart from Caroline and his people from work I'm the only person he knows here in Munich. And why only have one shag when you can have several?

WTF?

Hello, long time no see. But why? Well, my current `domestic`situation is a bit obstructing, I have pretty much moved in with Colin (#30) and I made the mistake of telling him about my blog 'loves and life of a simple girl' because after our first encounter (and shag) I wouldn't have dreamed of anything like this happening. This is just a one night stand gone not terribly wrong, but, let's say, out of hand. Colin has a fiancée back in England so I reckoned it'd a bit bloody rich of him to expect me to be exclusive with him, right? But then he threw me a big huge tantrum after he read my text messages and, obviously, found a lot of compromising material. However, I wash my hands of it, I haven't done anything wrong, it's not like I told him I'd be faithful, in fact, I said I wouldn't be!
But why the heck am I doing this? Why don't I just ditch him? For starters, I am fond of him, he can be pleasant to be around (eventhough he is completely dysfunctional). Secondly, we have a mutually beneficial arrangement which I don't want to give up and on the weekend he's taking me to London for a shopping spree for the second time (we went a fortnight ago, too). And also, I want to try and practice my social skills on him so I won't be quite the obnoxious prat I am now when Mr. Right comes along.

OK, for possible new readers, in a nutshell:
I'm a single girl living in Munich and this blog is a record of my love-life. If you, out of some incomprehensible reason want to know what happened in the previous months, please consult my other blog. Cheers