Ewww right. The year was 2001, and i was a single Indian girl in Munich. Actually i wasnt so single, i had a sweet on again off again boyfriend who adored me. But i digress... Sigh, Germany... I couldn't believe the world that I was in - smart, affluent, well read, fashionable Germany. I got places pierced, slept on the sidewalk one night, missed a flight, travelled to Amsterdam with a gang of dour 30 year olds. But the incident i refer to - was a party at a fancy Munchen restaurant, which was tres expensive... I mean we paid the equivalent of 6k per person, back then (i was just out of undergrad school). I got my money's worth though, and drank like there was no tomorrow. Inebriated and happy, i needed to cuddle. And i found company in a 50 year old Dutch man. He was 6ft 3inches tall, which is huge, as I lie when I tell people I'm 5 feet 2. But handsome dutch men who have seen life don't want to just cuddle, kiss or hold hands, they want to "make love", and...