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 even though I am super adventurous (or used to be), this was a tad too bold for me.. 20 year old girls though, even confident ones find it difficult to say NO (I wonder why, I have kids now, and No is the easiest word to say) . In our endeavor to get liked by everyone, we end up doing stupid things.
But I'm nothing if not little miss resourceful. While Mr. Handsome Art Van something was leading me up the steps to his apartment, i suddenly fainted. I have never fainted that well before, infact i opened my eyes slightly to see his reaction and it was exactly what i wanted. Sweet Mr. Whatever, picked me up and took me to the bed and gave me candy so i would get my energy back. 30mins later he kindly escorted me home, and said I should call him when I felt better, we shall continue. Unfortunately I lost his number 😊
After that i played with kids my age...
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