I must admit that one of my fantasies while planning this trip was that I would cut a swathe of romantic liaisons with women right across Europe. (I´m sorry, I realise this is a middle-aged guy thing and anyway was mainly just in my mind). The thinking went: Who could resist this mysterious stranger who rode in from the West and then was gone before you could say "that was the Lone Ranger's more handsome brother, Saddleman". Well today I have been disillusioned.
Firstly, I have seen the competition. At this German Youth Hostel in Beisach the young men work out on rowing machines to build perfect bodies. One of them had shorts and shirt that were so tight over his bulging muscles that they must have been sprayed on.
Secondly, I´ve looked at my face in the mirror. As the pounds have fallen away due to all this exercise I don´t fit my skin any more. In fact, I am starting to look like my Dad. Sounds attractive, eh?
So the lesson is: Sally, you can relax. In fact, if I were you I´d start looking for a younger man. Come to Beisach, there are lots of them here.
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