Late Overnights in Stuttgart
Usually it works the other way round: the gentleman tells us what he wishes for, and we find the right lady to match. This time, someone turned the rules upside down. He told me his wishes in advance and then gave me a free hand. The lady, the restaurant, the hotel, the entire evening. The only thing he was told was the place. Stuttgart. Nothing more.
I admit that this kind of trust makes me happy. Anyone who knows me from the early days knows how much I enjoy organising evenings like this: the reservation, the room, the small details nobody notices until they are missing. Add a little role that suits him. A rolele-play in the best sense. I will not say more.
The lady I had chosen for him picked him up herself. Until then he had no idea who would be coming. A Dinnerdate in Stuttgart begins exactly like that for me: with a moment in which you do not know each other yet, and yet you are already meeting. The table at Zur Weinsteige had been reserved days earlier, and the evening was allowed to take its time.
Afterwards the two wanted to walk a little, even though it was bitterly cold. And that is when the gentleman in him came out: he offered her his jacket, quite classically, without a second thought. Moments like that cannot be planned, however carefully you plan everything else. The walk turned out shorter than intended, but there was time for a nightcap in the hotel bar. If you would like to know where an evening in Stuttgart may begin quietly, you will find my hotel bars in Stuttgart.
The hotel, a Mövenpick near Stuttgart Airport, had already been checked into by her beforehand. The junior suite was ready, because whoever arrives should not have to arrange anything anymore. They had breakfast brought to the room. No alarm clock, no buffet, no rush. The morning was allowed to begin gently.
A night is something different from an evening. An Overnight lives on time that nobody counts, and on a morning when no one looks at the clock. Whatever else happened between the two stays with them. That is how I understand discretion.
Would you dare to hand over an entire evening?
Discreetly yours,
Lena