Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn

My brother and I are very similar in the fact that we love talking to strangers and making friends.  Over the weekend at our family reunion, he befriended some guys at the hotel bar where we were staying and introduced them to my cousins and me.  The first night I simply said hi and chatted for a few minutes, but the second night after all of my family had gone to bed I stayed up talking and being entertained by a few of the guys.  What I discovered was that apparently there is something about me that is charming.  The bartender proposed to me, the man with grandkids told me he would follow me back to San Francisco, the suitor said he had been talking about me since I smiled at him the day before, and all three of them offered to escort me to my room multiple times.  Fact: it's always fun being adored even if it's just pure silliness.

Before my brother wandered off the suitor kept complimenting me, said he wished he had asked my brother about me the night before, and wanted me to stay another day so he could take me out on a date.  I told him that he needed to work on his approach and not hit on a girl in front of her brother.  David pretty much rolled his eyes in agreement and walked away from us.  As the bartender, the grandpa, and the suitor playfully flirted and boosted my ego the suitor went so far as to whisper to me, "I'm going to be bold here..." at which point I politely stopped him and said, "It's great to be bold, but I'm going to stop you there.  I'm not going to your room, and you're not going to mine."  He laughed and said, "See, we have a connection; you already know me so well."

When it was way past my bedtime I bid the gentlemen goodnight, and the suitor asked once again if he could walk me to my room.  I allowed it but told him that he couldn't come in with me.  Outside of my door he asked if he could keep talking with me, so I led him to the stairwell where he proceeded to tell me all about his life (his childhood, divorce drama, his three kids, his job and how he is about to go overseas for a year for work).  Then we kissed...in a hotel stairwell.  Apparently I'm too much of a lady to go to a stranger's hotel room, however, not enough of a lady to stop myself from initiating a major makeout session in a hotel stairwell.  Classy.  Throughout that time of kissing and talking, he made several references to how much he liked me and wanted to keep in touch.  I told him I didn't think that was necessary.  I know that makes me sound like a jerk, but I didn't want to encourage his apparent thoughts that something was going to develop because I didn't see that happening.  I told him that we should keep it uncomplicated and just appreciate the fun hours we had.

Conclusion: I made out with a stranger in a hotel stairwell.  I really hope there weren't security cameras.