Mrs Martin and Mr Blohm Episode 38: Have you ever experienced a miracle before?

As the two of them stood there in front of their home at Rondell 31 in Hamburg after leaving the opening event of The Bank, only the silver Mercedes separated Mr. Blohm and Mrs. Martin on that chilly November 2nd, 2005 fall night, while a light drizzling rain fell around them.

At that moment, Regina somehow felt obligated. Mr. Blohm had insisted on driving her home, even though he had stayed only about half an hour at the restaurant opening. Deep down, she really wanted him to drive back and return to the celebration to join the crowd. But at the same time, she felt somewhat obliged to perhaps invite him into her now completely newly furnished apartment and offer him a nightcap.

Mr Wonderful

So Regina said softly,

“Mr. Blohm, do drive back — the party is still in full swing.”

But Mr. Blohm immediately replied,

“No, Mrs. Martin, I’ll accompany you to your door.”

Regina did not really want that, but Mr. Blohm was already quickly by her side. Once again, he offered her his arm, and together they walked toward her front door.

And as they stood there in front of her entrance at Rondell 31, of all places, it suddenly spilled out of her:

“Mr. Blohm… would you maybe like to see my apartment? It’s newly furnished now… and perhaps you would like to have a little nightcap? I still have a bottle of my favorite Prosecco in the fridge.”

Regina could hardly believe she had just said those words herself. Her only hope was that Mr. Blohm would politely decline and drive back to the party.

But immediately Mr. Blohm answered,

“Oh, with great pleasure, Mrs. Martin. That is a wonderful idea. You know how much I like that Prosecco.”

Regina thought to herself, Oh no, what have I done? It was already late, almost midnight. She was tired and honestly did not really know what she would even talk about with Mr. Blohm. The few dates they had and the unexpected encounters with him had somehow always felt a little strange and not truly appealing to her.

Regina unlocked the first door of her separate entrance, and the two of them walked down the small garden path toward her apartment. She turned the key to open the main door of her condo and switched on the lights — softly dimmed, exactly the way she liked them.

Mr. Blohm stepped inside Regina’s apartment, and somehow Regina suddenly did not feel comfortable in her own skin anymore.

Immediately, Mr. Blohm looked around and said,

“Oh, this is truly a wonderful apartment now. You were right, Mrs. Martin — it looks completely different from the last time I was here a few months ago. You really did a wonderful job, Mrs. Martin. I did not even notice the bed back then.”

When Hamburg Suddenly Felt Like Paradise

Regina’s condo — what in the U.S. would be called a studio — was really just one large room with about 600 square feet and only one bathroom, with no separate bedroom. The magic of the condo was the large terrace, the oversized windows facing the garden and the lake, and the peaceful atmosphere surrounding it. There was a large built-in closet, a big wooden table with six chairs directly in front of the terrace doors, and diagonally in one corner stood her large bed, which she had received from her lovely landlord, Gerhard M., who no longer had any use for it.

Regina answered quietly,

“That bed wasn’t even here back then, Mr. Blohm, when you briefly stopped by while my friend Evelyn was visiting.”

Mr. Blohm said nothing.

Regina had just opened the refrigerator to take out her favorite Prosecco when suddenly Mr. Blohm turned around and asked whether he could use her bathroom.

Regina was surprised by the question and answered almost like a reflex.

“Of course,” Regina replied.

At the very same moment, she quietly closed the refrigerator again without taking out the bottle of Prosecco.

Mr. Blohm disappeared into the bathroom, while Regina remained standing beside the refrigerator in the small kitchenette, which was located directly next to the bathroom.

And suddenly everything felt awkward to Regina.

So she decided to step outside onto her terrace so she would not hear anything from the bathroom and could create a little more distance between herself and Mr. Blohm.

She opened the terrace door and walked outside.

Meanwhile, Mr. Blohm remained inside the bathroom.

Regina stood there alone on the terrace, still wearing her La Perla coat. By now, the rain had stopped, and she gazed out into the beautiful Rondell courtyard with its small extension of the Alster waterway — the Rondellteich. The water shimmered under the half moonlight.

It had suddenly become cold, and one could clearly feel that winter was slowly approaching.

And then, all of a sudden, Regina felt Mr. Blohm standing behind her and felt his arms around her as he gently turned her toward him and began kissing her passionately.

Regina could hardly believe it. If someone had told her just five minutes earlier, while they were still standing by the car, that they would kiss each other, she would have said, “Never.”

And yet, at that very moment, she felt the passion between them and thought to herself, This has been building for such a long time.
And to her own surprise, Regina returned Mr. Blohm’s kisses.

From Distance to Desire

Since Regina was a very black-and-white kind of person, she told herself, This is exactly right, right now — after such a long emotional up-and-down journey with Mr. Blohm, after the separation from her long relationship, and after not having had any emotional or physical encounter with any man for such a long time.

She simply felt that this was the moment to fully let go and give herself completely to it, even though Mr. Blohm was not the typical Italian type of man she had always imagined herself with.

Regina experienced a passionate and wonderful night, and when she woke up the next morning — on that quiet Friday fall morning — she could hardly believe the miracle lying beside her.

Mr. Blohm was still sleeping next to her.

For a few seconds, Regina watched him intensely.

Then she quietly walked into the bathroom, feeling completely astonished and overwhelmed by how beautifully everything had unfolded.

Though the two of them had hardly spoken all night, Regina suddenly felt that, as she stepped out of the bathroom wearing her powder-rose La Perla morning robe, she should make herself a café au lait — and one for Mr. Blohm as well. Somehow, Regina still felt completely overwhelmed by everything that had happened.

Regina carefully looked around the corner.

Mr. Blohm was already awake too.

And Regina simply said, almost as if nothing at all had happened,

“Good morning. Would you like a café au lait, Mr. Blohm?”

Mr. Blohm replied with a smile,

“With great pleasure, Mrs. Martin.”

Regina quickly prepared a café latte for Mr. Blohm and handed it to him while still wearing her La Perla robe. Mr. Blohm lay there completely relaxed in the large bed, gazing out over the Rondellteich.

She took her own café latte and, before returning to the bathroom, quickly pulled a pair of jeans, a white T-shirt, a blue blazer, and her high-heeled boots from the closet — trying to keep everything as uncomplicated as possible. She was still emotionally overwhelmed and kept asking herself how it had happened that she had spent the night with her neighbor, Mr. Blohm.

There was no time left to overthink what she should wear that day. It was already getting late, and she had appointments at the La Perla showroom.

One Night. One Text. Endless Questions.

She left her rose-colored morning robe hanging over the edge of the bathtub and, after finishing her café latte, opened the bathroom door again.

For a brief second, she turned toward Mr. Blohm, who was just lifting the café latte cup to take a sip, and simply said,

“Goodbye, Mr. Blohm.”

And before Mr. Blohm even had the chance to answer or say goodbye himself, Regina had already closed the door behind her. In her emotional confusion, she even forgot to take her La Perla robe with her.

From Mr. Blohm’s side, he remained lying in that large bed with the beautiful view over Rondell 31. It was an early November Friday morning with just a touch of sunshine, while colorful autumn leaves fluttered gently through the trees. Two swans glided peacefully back and forth across the pond, and Mr. Blohm thought to himself,

If this isn’t paradise, then I don’t know what paradise means.

At the very same time, Regina arrived at the showroom, suddenly overwhelmed by the unexpected feeling that she might actually be falling in love with Mr. Blohm, while a big smile appeared on her face.

She felt so overjoyed that, without overthinking it, she sent Mr. Blohm a text message.

And because Regina was usually very reserved, she simply wrote:

Hamburg is wonderful.

For Regina, this was already an incredible emotional opening.

On the other side, Mr. Blohm received the message and immediately replied:

Mrs. Martin, you are wonderful.

And when Regina read those words in the showroom, she felt even more in love than she had only a few moments earlier. Regina could hardly sort out her feelings anymore.

But then she had to focus on her appointment with a rather demanding client.

After the meeting, she looked back at her phone.

There were no new messages from Mr. Blohm.

And suddenly, all those thoughts came flooding into her mind again.

Had Mr. Blohm now simply reached his goal?
Had he only wanted a one-night stand with the woman in the La Perla lingerie?
What exactly did he mean by “Mrs. Martin, you are wonderful”?
And how would this continue now?

Regina kept asking herself all these questions.

After all, Regina had made it very clear to Mr. Blohm what she wanted from life.

The next man in her life needed to share the same dreams as she did — to be ready to move to Miami as soon as possible, to build a company together, and even start a family.

And if she was not going to marry an Italian man after all, then at least she still dreamed of getting married in Italy one day. She could live with the compromise that Mr. Blohm was not exactly the Italian type of man she had always imagined for herself.

But was Mr. Blohm truly ready for that kind of future?

And dear readers — are you still curious how this story will continue?

Then you should probably open a few bottles of Mr and Mrs SYLTBAR right away, because if you think everything is already clear now… then you are completely mistaken. 🥂✨