Mrs. Martin and Mr. Blohm, Episode 31: The more you know, the more you realize what you don’t know.

Mar 28, 2026by SYLTBAR Team

So, the lunch with Mr. Blohm and Mrs. Martin was an absolute disaster.
They simply couldn’t find a single topic where they connected — not one.

For example, Mrs. Martin doesn’t like golf at all, while Mr. Blohm absolutely loves it.
Already, that felt like a huge gap.

Then came the discussion about drinks — which somehow turned into a surprisingly serious debate.
Mrs. Martin insisted that a beer mixed with Sprite is called a Radler.
At the same time, Mr. Blohm argued that in Hamburg, this drink is called Alsterwasser, not Radler — and that Mrs. Martin had no idea what she was talking about.

For Mrs. Martin, this was just another sign: even the smallest things didn’t align.

And then… the food.

Mrs. Martin ordered a liverwurst sandwich — something Mr. Blohm found almost unbearable to look at.
It gave him a real feeling of disgust.

On the other hand, Mr. Blohm ordered a Caesar salad — which, for Regina, was probably the most boring thing one could possibly choose in a restaurant.

Even the choice of location for lunch became part of their differences.

Mr. Blohm preferred a romantic Italian restaurant — something with atmosphere, structure, and intention.
Mrs. Martin, however, couldn’t have cared less about that.

For her, a simple coffee shop would have been perfectly fine for a quick lunch —
as long as they could sit outside and enjoy the sun,
even if the temperatures were still a little cold.

After weeks of bad weather, catching the sun was all that mattered for Mrs. Martin.

And then came the main topic.

The ultimate question:

Which city is more beautiful — Munich or Hamburg?

From Mr. Blohm’s perspective, Hamburg is clearly the more beautiful city.
But for Regina, Munich is, without question, far superior.

So, as you can see, dear reader —

Two people.
One table.
One bench.
And planets apart.

The Miami Surprise

So after a certain amount of time — and an uncomfortable silence — Regina began to feel increasingly uneasy.
She wanted to shift the conversation away from the topics that had only led to disagreement so far with Mr. Blohm.

She thought to herself that she should ask him a question — hopefully something they could actually agree on.
Something that might finally give them a shared topic instead of constant contradiction.

So Regina, in her opinion, came up with one of the easiest questions — something where there simply had to be common ground.

She asked,
“Mr. Blohm, what vacation destinations do you like most?”

Mr. Blohm replied,
“That’s a very good question, Mrs. Martin. I clearly love South Africa. I love France — especially the South of France. Spain is also wonderful — Barcelona, Marbella, Palma de Mallorca…”

As Regina listened, she thought to herself:
So typical… the usual destinations everyone likes. But what else could I expect from a man who orders a Caesar salad in a restaurant?

Then Mr. Blohm turned to her and asked,
“And what countries do you like for vacation, Mrs. Martin?”

Mr. Blohm secretly hoped there would finally be some overlap.
He could hardly wait for her answer.

But then he heard just one word.

“Miami.”

Mr. Blohm was completely shocked. He could hardly believe what he had just heard.

“Miami, Mrs. Martin — really?” he said.
“For me, it is the most utterly cultureless place one can imagine in this entire world. Just cardboard houses painted pink and blue, somewhere along a beach, half blown away, where only retirees spend their time.”

He continued, almost proudly,
“I was once on a cruise, and we stopped in Miami — and I didn’t even get off the ship. I had no interest in seeing such an uncultivated city. And you, Mrs. Martin, think this is your favorite vacation destination?”

Mrs. Martin was left speechless.

She couldn’t believe how Mr. Blohm could speak so negatively about her favorite city — a place he had never even truly experienced.

What prejudice, she thought.

She didn’t even know what to say — because for her, that image of Miami couldn’t have been further from the truth.

You have to understand: Regina had been traveling to Miami for almost eight years, since 1996, at least twice a year.
She had built friendships there — and her dream was to one day live there.

For her, Miami had nothing to do with retirees or cardboard houses — quite the opposite.

It was a city full of positive energy.
A place where you could feel life in every moment.

The beautiful weather almost all year round.
The endless beaches.
The friendly people — especially the South Americans — moving through the streets like models.

Kitesurfing, boating — part of everyday life.
And somehow, you always feel like you’re on vacation in Miami… even when you’re working.

The harbor, the almost turquoise water, the lush palm trees, the vibrant greenery —
full of life, full of color, under a light-blue sky that feels almost unreal.

But Regina also felt that arguing at this point would be pointless.
It all seemed too absurd.

So she simply said nothing.

And Mr. Blohm, in his own way, felt the same.

Without another word, he asked the waiter for the check as quickly as possible.

Regina was already getting up from the bench.

She hadn’t even finished her liverwurst sandwich.
And Mr. Blohm hadn’t touched his Caesar salad.

In silence, they walked back to the car.

Mr. Blohm Keeps Searching for Common Ground

Mr. Blohm then opened the car door for Mrs. Martin, and Regina thought to herself,
at least Mr. Blohm is a gentleman.

Mrs. Martin sat down in the passenger seat, feeling completely exhausted after this one-and-a-half-hour lunch.
It had been intense — and honestly, quite draining.

There were still ten minutes to her La Perla showroom, and Regina could hardly wait to arrive.
Neither of them spoke a word.

Then, suddenly, Mr. Blohm decided to put on a CD.

Yes, dear reader — we are talking about 2005. Back then, we were still listening to CDs.

A very special song began to play.

It was by Udo Jürgens, a very well-known German singer, who sadly passed away on December 21, 2014, at the age of 80.
His songs are known for their depth and purity — and this one was called:

“Ich weiß, was ich will.”
(I know what I want.)

And this is important — because it is also one of Regina’s favorite songs.

A song with such a simple message, yet so powerful:
to know what you want.

Isn’t that what truly matters in life — to know where you want to go?

And in that exact moment… Regina knew it too.

She wanted to live in Miami.
And she knew, just as clearly, that this was not what Mr. Blohm wanted.

More than ever, she realized that a relationship with Mr. Blohm would simply not work — not only because of their different interests, but because their visions of life were fundamentally opposed.

Even so, she was genuinely impressed that he had chosen this very special song for the drive back.
It wasn’t exactly the kind of music one would casually play during a short ride — which made his choice all the more unique.

She glanced at him from the side, quietly wondering…

Could there still be a way to feel interested in Mr. Blohm?

The thought appeared again.

One thing she had to admit:
Mr. Blohm had exceptional taste in music.

But liking his taste in music alone was, in Regina’s opinion, far from enough to build a relationship.
It takes much more than that.

Behind the Password

When they arrived at Regina’s showroom, La Perla, Mr. Blohm quickly stepped out of the car and opened the passenger door for Mrs. Martin.

Regina got out and was ready to say goodbye as quickly as possible — with a formal handshake.

But Mr. Blohm held her hand for a moment and said,

“So, Mrs. Martin, there is something I haven’t mentioned yet during our lunch, but it’s important to me. I wanted to let you know — I am actually the president of the Bad Boys Club.”

Regina looked at him, slightly puzzled.

Why is he telling me this now? she thought.
He had one and a half hours during lunch…
Is he trying to impress me at the last minute?

She thought: President sounded impressive…
but Bad Boys Club? Not so much — at least not in her opinion.

Mr. Blohm continued,

“Well, Mrs. Martin, just take a look at our website.”

Dear reader, remember — this is 2005.
Back then, having a website like that was actually quite impressive.

“And here,” he added, “is the password you’ll need to log in. Then you’ll see the kind of events we organize. It might interest you.”

Regina gently pulled her hand back, thanked Mr. Blohm briefly for lunch, and turned around, walking as quickly as she could up the steps to her showroom.

But curiosity stayed with her.

On her way inside, she couldn’t let go of the thought of this Bad Boys Club…
and the fact that Mr. Blohm was its president.

She said to herself,

“I have to check out this website.”

After all, he hadn’t given her the password for no reason.

So the very first thing she did after sitting down at her desk was turn on her computer, type in the website, and enter the password.

And then—

She couldn’t believe her eyes.

What she saw…

was something she had never expected.

Do you want to know more?

Then stay tuned for Episode 32 of Mrs Martin & Mr Blohm…