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?
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