For most of this year I have had the luck to be in a relationship with a German woman, who is everything I like. Intelligent, imaginative and uninhibited in and out of bed, much younger and more attractive than I am, and no I'm not just writing this for her to read. It just happens to be completely true. Even I have trouble believing it. Not to mention the old hags who denounce us ("is he your daddy?", or "she's just after your money!") when we stroll along the Strasse together or feel each other in the U-Bahn. But a couple of times we have had very serious "misunderstandings", because I have said something that has cut her to the quick. The last time (and I hope it is not really the VERY LAST TIME), it went something like this. My memory is not completely clear because my head was still muzzy from a cold and it was latish (or is that late-ish?). Anyway, after a very pleasant hour or so (I'm guessing) of sexual playing around incorporating the conventional (sorry about that) fcuk, she asked the equivalent of "how was it for you?". My answer led to her getting up and taking a prolonged shower, which rather threw me (if that means anything when you're already lying down). Why did she feel a pressing need to be squeaky clean just then, that wasn't like her. She was under the shower for quite a time, and I drifted off to sleep soon after she came back I think. Anyway, to cut a short story even shorter, we are now finished "for good", because of what I said. Apparently I said that it was "boring". I can only imagine that I thought I was saying something so obviously absurd that no one in their right mind would take it seriously. Especially after an energetic session where a certain part of a man's body (if that's not too prudish for this forum) is very hard put to do much pretending. But it seems that I still have some way to go in my understanding of German culture. And I'm beginning to wonder whether my "explanation" that my behaviour stems from my British background might indeed be a bit thin, and maybe I really am the barsteward she now thinks I am. The one who is just a thin film of scum over an abbyss of evil, which is just waiting for an opportunity to do what ever it is that an abbyss might do when its time comes. I am not looking for support, but any informed and honest opinions out there. Though that might be a bit much to expect from this forum, I realise. Anyway, here goes. Only myself to blame.