When I’m not doing the digital nomad thing, I am usually back in Munich, studying and daygaming. Here, the daygame can become as much of a chore as the studying: I just don’t like German girls, for the most part. Too plain, too masculine acting, and too boring. There are of course some very pleasant exceptions, but the aforementioned tendencies are definitely there.
So imagine my delight when I was strolling down the street last week and saw a complete, utter stunner of an exotic girl walking by me. I try to avoid the number system, as it is highly subjective anyways, but let me put it like this: I’m out on the streets EVERY day – and I maybe see a girl like this once a month here in Germany. Maybe. She is tall, slender, dressed all in black designer clothes and of course wearing outrageous high heels – my type down to a T. Her face and her hair are so beautiful; for once, I’m glad I’m recording the set.