Mrs Martin and Mr Blohm Episode 32: I know everybody should get rich and famous and do everything they ever dreamed of so they can see that it's not the answer.

So, when Regina walked into the La Perla showroom, she was still exhausted from that incredibly tiring lunch with Mr. Blohm. It had truly drained her energy, because she could hardly imagine how two people could be any more different. Regina thought to herself that even her ex-boyfriends had never been as different from her as Mr. Blohm.

When One Song Isn’t Enough

And then—on the drive back to Regina’s showroom—he played this amazing song, “Ich weiß, was ich will” (I know what I want) by Udo Jürgens, one of her absolute favorite songs. It surprised her deeply how he had chosen exactly that song in that very moment. In Regina’s mind, this could not have been a coincidence. Was Mr. Blohm trying to express something? she wondered.

After that, she found herself thinking there might actually be a turnaround—especially after Mr. Blohm revealed, just before they said goodbye, that he was the president of the “Bad Boys Club.” Regina had to admit, she liked the word president—just not in connection with “Bad Boys.”

So, after Mr. Blohm had even given her the password to the website—something quite unusual back in 2005, when websites and passwords were far less common—her curiosity became almost unbearable. She could hardly wait until she finally opened the page.

Her first impression of the site felt mysterious: everything was in shades of purple and gray. Then she typed in the password, Falkenstein60, and the page opened. Regina could not believe what her eyes were seeing—her mouth literally fell open.

On the screen, she saw a Tiki-style bar setting. Around five very attractive Latin women were dancing to South American music, wearing short bast skirts and Hawaiian leis around their necks. The dance was highly sensual, revealing glimpses of their bodies as they moved.

Regina was truly shocked.

She couldn’t believe that Mr. Blohm had given her access to this page—to show her what, exactly? That he was the president of a club featuring half-naked women dancing? Does Mr. Blohm really think this is what I like? she thought. This can’t be true.

She was extremely shocked and immediately felt the need to call her best friend Stephan in Munich to tell him everything about the lunch with Mr. Blohm.

Stephan answered the phone:
“Hello, Spatzl, how are you?”

He always called Regina Spatzl—the little sparrow. In German it’s Spatz, and in Bavarian, Spatzl.

“Stephan, you won’t believe what I have to tell you now—do you have time to talk?” Regina asked.

The Wrong Club.

“Of course—for you, I always have time,” Stephan replied. “I can’t wait to hear everything about that lunch.”

“After that lunch with Mr. Blohm, I am truly shaken and very disappointed. I never would have expected this, Stephan. I mean, aside from the fact that we have absolutely nothing in common—he really took it to another level. You won’t believe this—he loves golf. And you know how much I hate golf.

And on top of that, he loves South Africa, he loves Palma de Mallorca—I don’t like Palma, and I don’t love South Africa, as you know, Stephan. I love Miami.

And he hates Miami. He thinks Miami is completely without culture—can you believe that, Stephan?”

“And then—he orders a totally boring Caesar salad. Can you imagine that? And I’m sitting there eating my liverwurst sandwich, and you should have seen his face—he looked completely disgusted that I actually love liverwurst. You know, Stephan, there is nothing better than fresh German bread with fresh liver sausage.

We had such beautiful weather here in Hamburg today, finally after weeks—and what did Mr. Blohm want? To sit inside an Italian restaurant! Thank God I found a coffee shop around the corner where we could sit outside. Otherwise, I would have had to sit inside and wouldn’t have gotten a single ray of sunshine. It seems like Mr. Blohm couldn’t care less about the sun. No wonder he can live here in Hamburg!”

“Then we had this big discussion about which city is more beautiful—Munich or Hamburg. Of course, Mr. Blohm loves Hamburg—and you know, Stephan, that’s really my last choice when it comes to where I want to spend my life.

Between Music and Reality

And Stephan, listen—just when there was nothing left to say, because we are basically from different planets—out of nowhere, he plays this song by Udo Jürgens, ‘Ich weiß, was ich will – I Know What I Want.’ And then—just before saying goodbye—he tells me he is the president of the ‘Bad Boys Club.’

I was so surprised… what was he trying to tell me with that?”

Stephan listened and then interrupted Regina:
“What? President of the Bad Boys Club?”

He laughed lightly.
“Tell me, Spatz—what is that even supposed to mean?”

“Yes, Stephan, that’s exactly what I’m trying to explain to you!” Regina replied.
“Mr. Blohm didn’t just tell me about it—he actually gave me the website. And even worse—he gave me the password to get into the site. And you know what’s on there?”

Stephan answered,
“No—how would I know? I hope it’s not what I’m imagining when I hear ‘Bad Boys Club.’”

Regina replied,
“You’re absolutely right, Stephan—I just saw it.”

“All these Latin women, wearing extremely short bast skirts, dancing in a Tiki-style bar—very revealing, almost half-naked. And Stephan, on top of that, I read that if someone wins a golf tournament in this ‘Bad Boys Club,’ the prize is a trip… to Cuba—with all the ‘advantages’ that apparently come with it.”

“So, Stephan, now please tell me—this man has completely lost his mind, right? Honestly, trying to impress me with that? It doesn’t get more repulsive.

And now, Stephan—I’ve had enough. This has been going back and forth for over six months. And every time I have even a little bit of hope—like with that song ‘Ich weiß, was ich will – I Know What I Want’ by Udo Jürgens, and also other songs Mr. Blohm has in his music selection—songs that truly touch my heart—it’s the complete opposite of who he actually is.

Yes, I admit, Mr. Blohm has good taste in music—but you can’t build a relationship on that, right, Stephan?”

Stephan replied,
“Yes, Spatzl, that’s true. Having only music in common might be a bit too little. But still—music, as you know, is magic. And you can also see it this way, Spatzl: the glass half full instead of half empty.”

Stephan continued,
“Maybe Mr. Blohm is in love with you and is simply unsure how to present himself. Maybe he wanted to show you trust—show you where he’s involved, even if it’s the ‘Bad Boys Club.’ He took a leap of faith, believing you would understand—and that’s why he gave you the password.”

Regina listened carefully and then replied firmly,
“No, Stephan, I don’t agree with you here. It’s very different for me—and you should know that. I am 35 years old, and I want to build a solid relationship, not be with a man who is the president of a ‘Bad Boys Club’—and who doesn’t love the sun or Miami. I don’t want to waste any more of my time with Mr. Blohm.”

Stephan paused. He knew his Spatzl. Arguing now would only lead to the opposite. His best friend had already made up her mind—the cup was full, meaning she was no longer open to any new perspective.

“Okay, Spatzl,” he said calmly. “If you are truly convinced that Mr. Blohm is not the man for you, then don’t spend any more time with him.”Regina answered confidently,

“Yes, Stephan, I will do that from now on. Even though he is my neighbor, I will create distance. Just a brief ‘hello’—nothing more.

Miami Wins

I want to play more tennis at the club by the Alster, where I’m finally a guest member, meet new people, and also spend more time with Gerhard, my landlord—he always asks if I’d like to join him at events. And I want to focus on my goal of moving to Miami—and finally saying goodbye to La Perla and Hamburg.

And you have to know, Stephan, I don’t enjoy working for La Perla anymore. With all the production in China, the job has become more and more difficult—customers are complaining about the fit, the colors, tops arriving without bottoms—and I don’t see the management changing anything in the future.”

(And as you, dear reader, may know—La Perla went insolvent in 2024. But even back in 2005, Regina already sensed where things were heading.)

Regina had now been in Hamburg for almost seven months—and she knew it wouldn’t be her city to spend the rest of her life. And Mr. Blohm wouldn’t be her future either.

Now it was time to follow her dreams.

So, stay tuned—Episode 33 of Mrs. Martin & Mr. Blohm is in the works. We always look forward to your comments—and, of course, don’t forget a glass of SYLTBAR during our episodes 🥂