|The "Parking Lot Attendent" - my guest from Canada|
The phone rings late yesterday afternoon. It's "Godot", my blogger visitor from Toronto, Canada!
He says "I may have to sleep on the park bench tonight, the hotel doesn't have me checking in until tomorrow night." WHAT? He said "Don't worry about it, I'll find something." I tell him "You'll stay here if you can't find a room." He says "I don't want to put you out." Hey folks, there is no way I'm letting a visitor to me sleep on a park bench. Turns out the hotel where he was SUPPOSED to be staying last night screwed up his reservation but they did find him a room around the corner. That was very lucky because Lewes is full for the weekend. Unfortunately that hotel is very "beachy" (dumpy) but hey, you take what you can get.
I told him I would be right down. He said that wasn't necessary, he didn't want to impose. But you know me, I went down anyway. Then a funny thing happened when I pulled into the parking lot of the motel (yes, he's staying at a MOTEL, the horror). I see this guy standing where the open parking slots are. Lewes, like Rehoboth makes their money in the summertime by charging parking fees so free parking is at a premium. I knew this was the hotel parking lot and there is no charge so I'm thinking "What's this guy going to do, tell me I CAN'T park here?" So I pull into the parking lot and he walks over to my car. WTF? I'm ready to do battle. I get out of my car and he extends his hand to me. It's my guest! He told me later that he thought I was disappointed by seeing him in person. Not at all! In fact I think he's very attractive, even more so in person. I told him that I thought he was a parking lot attendant who was going to give me grief for parking in the motel parking lot. Then I gave him a big "Welcome to Lewes" hug.
|Pat during his tour of Lewes|
|Roasted beet salad at Cafe Azafran in Lewes|
You know it's interesting, about twenty-five years ago I went through the whole mish mash of answering personal ads in a Philadelphia gay newspaper. Met several guys. All had "issues." Then about ten years later I went through the same thing, answering Internet ads and subsequent meet-ups. All were disasters. Either the guys lied about their age and/or appearance or they just weird. So far, everyone without exception I've met through blogging has been wonderful. Just nice people. I am happy to say I've made a new friend and his name is Pat.
|Me and Pat at Cafe Azafran|