Mrs. Martin & Mr. Blohm Series - Episode Two:
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The Phone Call

Still wearing the wedding dress she had just tried on, Regina picked up the phone with trembling hands and called Elena — her best friend at the time. Something inside told her this moment would be unforgettable.

Elena, one year younger than Regina and also a Taurus born in May, was originally from Lithuania. Her parents had fled to Germany in 1979 when she was just 10 years old, along with her older sister Lore. Regina met Elena while she was working at a men’s boutique in Munich, temporarily filling in as a buyer. At that time, Regina was presenting the Hugo Boss collection. The original buyer had fallen ill, and Elena stepped in.

From the moment they met, they clicked. Elena loved Regina’s adventurous spirit — she had already lived in the U.S. and was thriving at Hugo Boss, attending all the major events. Regina admired Elena’s sincerity — a raw purity that was rare in a city like Munich. They came from different worlds, but they shared a deep love for honest conversations. Regina had only experienced this once before, with her friend Eva, born in Prague, whom she had met as an au pair in San Francisco in 1991. Both were au pairs and bonded deeply. Without mobile phones at the time, they relied on letters and the occasional expensive phone call. Though years had passed, the connection with Eva had never truly faded. Eva stayed in San Francisco; Regina returned to Munich.

Interestingly, Eva was also born in May and wasn’t German — another detail that made Regina believe she connected better with non-Germans. Although born and raised in Germany with no other heritage, Regina had never truly felt German. She didn’t believe in borders or passports. In the end, she believed, we are all just human beings.

One night, Regina took Elena along on one of her infamous late-night adventures in Munich’s party scene — long before SYLTBAR Prosecco was available, and people were still drinking overly sweet sparkling wines. When Elena, politely waiting at a crosswalk while others jaywalked, was told, “She’s definitely not from the city,” Regina smiled.

That was exactly what she loved about her.

Regina: “Elena, come to my tailor right now — immediately! I have something exciting to show you.”

Elena: “What could possibly be so exciting that I need to drop everything and go to your tailor now? I honestly don’t have time for this.”

Regina: “It’s about my LIFE! I need you now.”

Regina knew that using the word “life” would convince Elena — that’s what she loved about her.

Half annoyed, half curious, Elena drove to the tailor. The shop window was unusually empty — and there stood Regina.

She was glowing in a vintage silk wedding dress.

Elena: “Okay… we haven’t seen each other in two days. Did I miss something?”

Regina: “No, but THIS — this is the dress I’ve always dreamed of wearing on my wedding day. And you told me to keep believing!”

Elena: “Yes, but you shouldn’t take everything I say so seriously. The dress is beautiful — but what if you don’t like it in a few years? And… there’s still no boyfriend, right?”

She raised an eyebrow. Regina had clearly lost her mind.

The shop began to fill up. Strangers were commenting:

Customer 1, a woman around 50 (remember, Regina had just turned 30 — 50 felt old in that generation): “It’s bad luck to buy a wedding dress before you’ve met the groom.”

Customer 2, a woman around 80: “Never buy a used wedding dress. Only new ones bring happiness.”

Regina ignored them.

Regina: “How much is the dress?”

Fatma (the tailor): “750 Deutsche Marks.”

Regina: “I’ll buy it.”

Gasps echoed through the store.

Regina (to Elena): “This is why you made me have that birthday party — I didn’t want to, remember? But now I have exactly 750 Deutsche Marks, gifted by my friends. That’s a sign. This is my dress.”

Elena: “Well… looks like you’ve made up your mind. It’s your decision. You’ll have to live with it.”

Fatma: “It must be packed carefully. It’s raw silk. Since you don’t know when the wedding will be, I recommend vacuum sealing it. I can do that — you can pick it up tomorrow.”

Regina: “Thank you, Fatma. You always think ahead.”

The next day, Regina returned. Fatma, in her usual grey tones, stood behind the counter. Next to her was a small white box — cake-sized.

Regina looked around — where was the dress? Her Cinderella gown? She had expected it to still be hanging somewhere, but it was gone.

Fatma pointed to the small box.

Regina: “Wow… this is really it?”

Fatma: “Yes. Now it can last for years.”

Regina smiled nervously. “I hope it won’t be that long… but who knows. Maybe I’ll never need it.”

No, no — she told herself. Stay positive. Manifest. Ignore the doubts.

She paid the 750 Deutsche Marks — a fortune in cash in that time (this was before PayPal or Zelle). She took the cake-sized box and stored it under her bed.

Waldwirtschaft Beer Garden

Later that day, she met Elena, Barbara, Tom, and Stephan at Waldwirtschaft — Munich’s most beautiful beer garden in her opinion. Spring was in the air, flowers blooming, the city full of possibility. Yet Regina couldn’t stop thinking: she had just spent 750 Marks on a wedding dress instead of buying the palm she had wanted.

She loved everything about Munich — the mountains, the lakes, Oktoberfest, the beer gardens. But not the gray winters. That’s why she didn’t want to marry a German man. Staying in Germany wasn’t her goal. Her dream was a southern Italian — or better, someone already living in Miami, her favorite city since 1996. She had built friendships and seen its potential long before others.

The ideal man? Mediterranean. From Italy. Living in Miami. She believed: Italian men love tall, blonde, blue-eyed women. Not that she hadn’t tried — but it never worked. The spark faded. Something always felt missing.

She arrived at Waldwirtschaft and greeted everyone with a cheerful “Bussi Bussi” — the traditional Bavarian double cheek kiss. Stephan, her closest male friend at the time, was already there. He was a sophisticated world traveler who worked at Allianz Insurance. Not someone you’d immediately recognize as gay — only after spending time with him. Stephan and Regina shared big dreams and could talk endlessly about love and life. She had met him through her other friend Guido, Stephan’s partner, though it was clear from the beginning that Regina and Stephan shared a deeper connection. While Guido and Stephan had a passionate, sometimes tumultuous relationship, Regina always sided with Stephan — knowing that their conversations and shared vision reached a level she never experienced with Guido. Still, the moment she sat down Barbara began targeting Regina, Regina couldn’t stop thinking about what she had just done...

Barbara, 42, worked in marketing for the renowned Munich hairdresser Gerhard Meir and several other luxury boutiques. A single mother raising her 9-year-old son on her own, Barbara had long given up on the idea of "the one true love." Always in the know, always sharing the latest gossip — and that day was no exception.

Barbara: "Elena told me you bought a secondhand wedding dress. Why would you do that without even having a boyfriend?"

Regina (feeling like she's being interrogated, thinks to herself): Why did Elena have to share that? Can’t she keep anything to herself? She’s supposed to be my friend. But maybe she didn’t mean any harm — people are just like that. When something happens that’s even a little outside the norm, it instantly becomes the topic of conversation.

Despite her rising discomfort, Regina didn’t want to show any weakness — especially not to Barbara.

Regina (out loud, standing tall and placing her hand on her hip): "Yes. I know I’ll get married — to an Italian. In Italy. I can feel it."

Barbara (half-smiling, slightly teasing): "You’re such a dreamer… but I really hope it all comes true for you." Without even having a boyfriend?”

Stephan: “So what does he look like, this future husband of yours?” Regina was relieved — finally, her closest male friend would back her up.

Regina: “Older. Experienced. Tall. Tanned. Hairy chest, black silky hair and some Wrinkles what shows Character in her eyes.”

She was already dreaming again. Regina gazed dreamily upward, picturing him in vivid detail — until Tom cut in. Tom, 29 years old and single, was an interior designer and the second gay man in their group. Regina wondered why this was suddenly such a hot topic. Just because she bought a wedding dress?

Tom: “And what about inner values? So far, this sounds like a casting call.

Regina: “Of course! He must be honest, sensitive, funny. Strong but gentle. Someone who knows what he wants. Not like you all  — always knowing what you don’t want. I know what I want!”

Elena: “My best friend is waiting for a Superman who looks like George Clooney. She buys a wedding dress with birthday money — and believes it’ll all come true.”

Everyone laughed.

Regina smiled. But deep inside, she believed she had made the right choice.

Then Came Paul

A few months later, Regina met Paul — a famous journalist, 20 years older, divorced, with a daughter named Annabel. He looked like her dream. He wasn’t Italian — but you can’t have everything. (Regina no longer believes that — now she knows you can have it all, if you truly believe in yourself!)

Their story? Let’s just say: if Regina wants to meet someone, she will.

At first, it was exciting. He was elegant, connected, charismatic. But the glamour faded. On the inside, Paul was shallow. A gossip columnist addicted to the spotlight. Regina was the accessory, not the priority.

They were on and off for four years.

The fact was: Paul had already lived his life. Regina felt like the fifth wheel — not the number one in his life. A nice accessory, but nothing more.

They had an on-again, off-again relationship for nearly four years. The perks were exciting — the interviews with Michael Schumacher, Boris Becker, Gunter Sachs, and all the glamorous events and travel that came along with them. But deep inside, Regina knew: Paul wasn’t the man who would see her in that wedding dress.

At 30, Regina felt the pressure. Had she missed her chance?

She turned to books for answers. One stood out: The Rules of Happy Love by Pierre Franckh. Its message was clear: Be honest from the very beginning of a relationship. Be your true self — with all your dreams and goals. Say what you want. Don’t waste years with someone who isn’t aligned. Show up fully from the start — heart, hopes, and all.

She asked herself: Had she ever truly shown Paul who she was?

Meanwhile…

Mr. Blohm thought he was happily married — unaware that his wife had claimed to go on a spiritual journey to India. In reality, she never left Hamburg. Her so-called 'guru' turned out to be a Turkish man, supposedly a businessman, working various odd jobs. Then, unexpectedly, a child was on the way — and from the baby’s appearance alone, it was immediately clear to everyone that Mr. Blohm was not the father. No DNA test needed.

Still, under German law — which places a high value on protecting the rights of the child — a paternity test was required to legally confirm the truth. Even though the mother admitted the child was not her husband’s, the law still demanded scientific proof. After 3,000 Euros and weeks of waiting, the DNA test confirmed what everyone could already see with their own eyes: Mr. Blohm was not the father.

To be continued in Episode Three…

Cheers to that and enjoy life in a smarter way!