It was a dark rainy Friday, in Hamburg Germany.

A 28 year old copywriter and his friend went on a lil Pub/bar/club sightseeing,
...they drank and cheered, and cheered and drank, ..and came to a rather nice place along the way.
The beer was expensive, but tasty, the music was popular, but danceable, and the crowd seemed a little stiff
but one noticed the aroma of sex in the air.

When the 4th Hefeweizen had run down his throat, he started to move his fairly good looking body.
And met the eyes, and minutes later the physique, of a girl that caught his interest.
She had a mysterious smile on her face, and seemed a little shy. But her body-movement was self-confident,
and she enjoyed dancing. Slowly closing distance, exchanging a glance or two, she did not flee from his approach.

When he came back from the bar with another thirst-quenching Hefeweizen, he saw her dancing with his mate,
who didnt look or dance like Frankenstein either.
What now, he thought. Compete for the attention of someone you do not even have a name for, who you just got to like for only 20 minutes? Compete against your friend?
Give the impression of a horny Stoneage-male?

.....so he thought confused thoughts as he walked home. Feeling like a slightly drunk, slightly stoneage-male.


The next Friday, fate decided to invite him to a birthday-gettogether. After early warm-up at some agency-lounge, the crowd headed out into Hamburg´s nightlife. And by chance they entered the same place as one week before.
Drioonks and smalltalk with the crowd till 2am. Then one last round through the bar, before leaving.
.....and there she was, again. Still sexy, still mysterious. And still attracting him like a magnet.

Without a word they continued where they had stopped a week earlier. Coming closer and closer. his hand touching her hip,
without being pushed away. Her scent slowly and irresistibly invading his brain. For the next 2 hours they could have been alone on the dancefloor, for all they knew. He was enjoying it. He tried to bite her neck a bit, she moaned a little, and got closer. And closer. By the time the place emptied they were not sure if this still counted as dancing.

When they started to talk, he was up for a nice surprise. Not only that she was a selfconfident and sexy dancer,
she was unexpectedly older than him, and she was a journalist. a good looking, selfconfident 28 year-old copywriter
was baffled. She had pretty much all that he was looking for in a woman. Except that he was not looking for a relationsship at all. He was looking for stressfree-sex, he thought.

They walked together in the same direction, talking, smiling, ...she ending it with one hesitant kiss, and his number in her phone.


And of course she didnt call. And of course he thought about her.
And about himself, and all the sorrow he had experienced when real-love had struck him.
And he was scared, and sad and a little bit angry at life itself. And he tried to think: Maybe it´s better this way.
.....and fascination started to grow inside him.

And 5 days later, 10.40 p.m his phone suddenly rang. And they talked a bit, and made a coffee-date for next day.

Two adults sat at this table, like children. Both knew they were interested in the other, sexually. But neither knew
anything about the shape that life had given the other in the last 28-30 years. And they both were nervous, curious and afraid. Afraid of their own feelings for someone who could be mean and vicious on top of being attractive in body and soul.

She was afraid of him wanting to occupy her freedom and individuality, he was afraid of the same.
.....so they talked and drank, and paid their coffee, and went their ways.
He invited her to his place to cook for her, and of course more.
But hardworking and busy people as they are, they are working on a date now.

...and a grown-up man sits in front of the computer now, his thoughts circling around this fascinating woman he met,
and realizing that probably both are terrified, of the horror of love.
Well at least i can tell you: He is.



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