My German lover
Disclaimer: anyone who thinks German men suck in bed or dont flirt is simply generalizing on a poorly constructed stereotype.
He was my German lover but I had never met him. It was one of those online things where you spark, then text 24/7, then start sexting and sending each other nudes, and then one day he decides to come and visit you.
I was not sure what to expect- I knew him but at the same time he was a complete stranger whose language I did not speak. It was around 5pm on a Friday night and my Lyft was racing through the evening traffic to get to the airport. I looked good. I could tell as my Lyft driver kept occasionally checking me out; make up, hair, tight sweater that barely touched my butt and the navy jeans that were hugging it so tightly.