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Does anybody have something to offer me in the Netherlands. Size M preferably. Could also send something back.

Last night I had this nice dream and wanted to share it with you guys.

For the past week I've been camping in Belgium with my parents and younger sister and I really hated everything about it. It seemed like it literally rained 24/7 and we did nothing but visit little villages and castles that they thaught were interesting. One day, I was able to convince them to visit a bigger city, Liège, but when we got there after an hour drive, it was some sort of national holiday and every store was closed.

Today we visited Luxembourg, finally another big city. After driving for one and a half hour we finally arrived there. We just walked around the city, did some sightseeing and went to a museum when it started raining. That last one was my idea so we finally did something I liked. I had always liked art and ancient history, so I immediately felt at home at the museum. Not only was there beautiful art in the museum, but I also saw someone very handsome there. He was about 5.9 feet tall, had brown hair and green eyes. He also had a nice beard and to accompany his gorgeous eyes he had some glasses. He was wearing what i thought was the museum uniform, black skinny jeans and a blue button down shirt. He was just sitting very bored in the corner of this one exhibition the entire time, but when I looked more closely I caught a slight glimpse of his underwear. I had always liked saggers, but never dared to do it myself. He was wearing some bright red underwear from a brand I didn't know. Of course me being the shy boy that I am, I was too scared to step up to him and start a conversation. We left the museum, as my parents thought I was done because I'd been in this one room for half an hour and went to get dinner.

It was still early when we finished eating. My parents wanted to walk a bit to let the food settle in, but I said I would wait by the car. We had already walked 8 miles that day and that was plenty enough for me. Our car was parked on this parking lot of a supermarket that was still open at that time. It started raining (of course, it was always rained). I was looking out the window at all the people walking by getting their late grocery, when I suddenly see this very familiar looking guy. It was the hot guy from the museum. He was trying to get to his car while holding this huge pile of groceries and not get too wet.

I jumped out of the car, ran over to him and asked if I could help him. He handed me some of his groceries and together we walked to his car. "That's quite a lot of alcohol you have there", I said looking at the bottles I was carrying. "Yeah I'm having this party later tonight", he answered. "Sounds like a good time, my name is Leon." "Vincent" OMG that was such a perfect name for him, I thought. When everything was in his car, it started raining harder so we sat in the car. "You know, if you weren't there, I'd have been soaked right now", he said. We talked a bit getting to know each other when suddenly he asks if I wanted to come to his party. I really wanted to go, but I knew I was never able to convince my parents to let me alone with someone I just met. "Ah man I'd love to, but I'm here on holiday with my parents and they'll never let me go. But I'll come up with something, just wait for me here."

I walked back to the car and I entered just as they came around the corner. "Hey, how was your walk?" "Yeah quite nice, did you survive all by yourself?" my mom asked. "Oh yeah it was fine, I also did a good deed to humanity." "Oh what did you do?" my father said. "Well I helped this guy getting his groceries to his car, and we talked a bit, in French of course." "Ah it's nice to see you finally use something you've learned in school." "Oh I also have kind of a weird question for you." "Okay go on", my dad said. "Well, after talking for a bit he invited me for his party this evening, and I know what you're probably going to say..." "Well why do you ask then?" "Because I might finally be able to have some fun during this holiday." My parents of course already knew I wasn't really enjoying myself during the entire holiday, but they still looked kind of shocked when I said it to them like that. "And of course it'll be a good way to practice French, and isn't that why we came here in the first place?" "I'll have a discussion about it with your mother."

After they came back from there little discussion I could only imagine how it would have gone. "Oh it's such a nice way for him to practice speaking French." "Yeah but he's only 17, do you want to let him go alone with this guy he's just met." "Well I trust him to make the right choices." And more like that.

"If we let you go, how'll you get back to us?" "Well he lives in a town right next to the caves you want to visit tomorrow, so I thought I could stay there overnight and meet you guys there in the morning." Judging by the look on my father's face he really didn't like the plan, but suddenly my mom said it was fine. I was so filled with joy, I got to go home with this hot guy. After going over the details with my parents, I got in his car and we drove away.