Hi, i'm Sabrina, living in the south of Bavaria, Germany, and i'd like to tell you about the most important night in my life. This night of all nights i remember oh so well. There she stood next to me, ignoring the stool and with this shy and enticing smile on her lips. I surely have to admit indeed, i was almost overwelmed. She was beautiful. When she went to the bathroom a minute later the barmaid turned to me and whispered:'Don't trust her, she's the worst bitch ever, and i know what i'm talking about...' then she turned away, washing glasses. I do not know if the barmaid was right. I never talked to this woman - i remember her name was Cynthia - again. I only know that for almost 20 years now i'm with Julia, who no longer is a barmaid, but successfully works in her profession as paralegal. This night back in 1998 brought more happiness to my life than any other night i can recall. I hope you are happy people too. The story told above is 1000% fictional of course!!! ;)