THE NEW YORK TIMES

 
Another installment from my hotel series who knows, a possible memoir story one day. I just LOVE hotel room assignations and love hotel room service... and not sure if it's because of my experiences or I just love staying in hotels. Both, I guess. When I used to travel with Bloomingdales, I often went to the NYC store for resets and huge moves at the 59th street location, which were always from M-F. I'd go the previous weekend for getting out, taking in the city and any debauchery I'd find before the week would start. The last trip I did with Bloomies was the summer before covid hit. I was at the Renaissance Hotel in Chelsea. So, this visit one morning I order, breakfast room service, two eggs over easy, of course, bacon, toast, oj and a pot of coffee. Oh, and a NY Times. KNOCK KNOCK! "Room Service". I open the door, and standing there with my breakfast tray is a really cute, mid 20ish, tall and skinny guy, adorable! I said, "That was quick, just place it over on the credenza." So, he brings it in and sets it down. The whole time I feel as though there were strong vibes of electric, but I wasn't sure.  He says, "Will that be all?" I said, "I think so." So, he starts to leave, and I happen to notice the newspaper wasn't there. He apologies and said he forgot it. So, he goes to get it. Meanwhile I am waiting for him to return, but this time I'll keep the door ajar when he comes back. He can knock and I'll be clad in my robe by the credenza. Maybe reveal one of the gams I proud of. KNOCK KNOCK! "The door is open." says I. He said, "Here is your newspaper." I said just put it down right there. I give him the eye, he gives me the eye. And back and forth it goes. He then said, "Will there be anything else?" I said "Wellllll, I'd like a little bit more." He said, "I would love to do that, but it's really busy right now, and if I got caught, I could be fired." I said I understand that. He then says, "But you know what, I get off at 2:30." I said "Oh really? Well, I don't have any plans today and work doesn't start till tomorrow, so here is my cell number, I'll be up at the pool." So, I go up to the pool. Four hours later my phone rings, and he says he is coming up through the fire staircase where he won't be seen. So, I run down to the room with my towel and square cut on and get to my room and there he is waiting. And the story has a very happy ending!  He came into my room, the clothes were ripped off, a hot time was had, and I got to have my lovely hotel assignation, AND he kept his job! Not to mention the NYTimes kept coming the whole week. God...I miss my expense account days.