What word salad as I was checking out and told the apparent new front desk gal who was only been there for 3 weeks to “protect her at all costs… she’s a keeper”. The Hotel Crush will be be described simply as a “Chica” because I know she’s Hispanic in nature, well I haven’t told you much about my fetish of Latinos, my dream girlfriend would be someone in that realm of the human race. My experience in Essex County, Massachusetts in an out of district program for 3 years says that plus I get really triggered when the stories of POTUS Trump’s Southern Border… so there’s some proof.

One is hopeful for a change as the title and URL is “hopeless” for a reason.

On the first weekend of November, just over three weeks ago; I took a respite trip at a well-known chain hotel in Downtown Portsmouth. The front desk girl I have seen her every time I have gone (the fourth trip in just 2 years to the day.) She’s cute as hell. to the point I’ll admit there’s lots of attraction to the point it’s mildly lusty.

Without objectifying too much I had planned for a fall trip without specific dates (average/cooler than weather and if my mother doesn’t need me given the recent situations). Last week, I actually prayed and was hoping for the best, while I did some Googling on literally how to ask a front desk girl out just days before departing.

I want to start off and say how I have been blessed to have a middle class mother and my ability to be on my own, and be able to afford all of this, which doesn’t come cheap. As much as the present title implies I dislike the state, there are many parts I treasure, and I like to be frugal but not be cheapskate, so I like to go off-season (because I don’t like crowds, and stay on weekdays if possible. This weekend went up to just under $1,000 that’s with the New Hampshire hotel tax for ya.

November 2022

2 years ago was first and recent time temperatures hit near 80° in early November. It was a warm day, I was in shorts, my Mum and Gram went with me. I really want to emphasize I was really flattered that Gram rode with us only for Mum to drop me off.

After 3 pm, at check in, the Chica took me in, and was really engaging. I caught that very early on, I introduced myself and got her name “read back” and  handwritten (or put it on the notes on my phone, to help remember her name. That weekend was very short, 2 nights and 2 1/2 days. At this time she was just another cutie on the coast. Despite the infatuation, she made an initial impression that would continue into March.

March 2023

Leading up to March 1st, I was extremely depressed, feeling like newsgathering was becoming a lost cause as my social connections and unfortunate personnel changes in the Boston market made it harder for me to get seen and the highest career was being a stringer, which is now completely gone as local media would rather consent to a social media user and Chyron their handle as exchange of news.  I was really depressed that prior to going to Portsmouth to the point I felt suicidal or expressed such thoughts. I was really blue. But as part of researching relocation, Portsmouth (or the seacoast area) was on my list. I wanted a weekend to go there.

Steven, you’re a frecking hypocrite… so you’l take a social media credit, only when it’s convenient to you? lolz This was taken from my DSLR facing Prescott Park on the Sunday after the snowstorm and I sent it to WHDH-TV’s socials and a couple weeks later, on Sunday the 19th, they shared and tagged me, (crediting my Facebook page despite sharing/tagging across 3 diffferent platforms with the #RiseAndShineon7)

Due to miscalculation on scheduling and snow was in the forecast for the first weekend, and I’m glad I went. Living in New Hampshire since both Portsmouth is such a picture-esuqe city even in the end of winter On February 27th or the 28th I told my mother, as I was initially pissed off at myselfI for not planning ahead well, my mother actually made my schedule work with hers. She booked dropped me off Wednesday afternoon and picking me up on Sunday morning. From another 2 or 3 nights was 5. I couldn’t complain.

The chica identified me as I came in. For the cynics out there, “well your name was likely on the screen. Sure, but there was an authentic welcome. Again I was still going on the friendly on the extreme end, nothing more or less. However, I did recall her name in the tone of doubt, and she confirmed and actually was flattered I remembered, and I said honestly “you made an impact”

That’s not a lie.

Despite my love for telephony, I never dialed-zero from my room to get the front desk. I would just go downstairs, if she was serving other guests and/or the other desk person was there; I’d sit nearby in the lobby in eye range, see her and how see her interact with other guests. In this observation, she was pleasant and professional and more quiet. In instances of checkins, I’d wait for guests to leave so I could go and chat and flirt with her, now I can admit it because I would only chat with her unless I knew that others would take any precedence, and not avoid talking to another person that could come up.

Of the 2 out of 3 people I told this story, only one, a female on the cusp of the older Zoomer/#MeToo generation, felt this was creepy or “wrong”  days prior to publication.

As a funny aside looking back: the first night, I went down the block to the 110 Grill, which is a growing chain of mid level casual dining, the 110 refers to their first restaurant on Route 110 in Massachusetts. I had a White Russian spiked with Tito’s, I technically do not drink, so obviously my family member has dealt with alcoholism that caused their dementia.

Unfortunately, being the self-conscious man, I went back to the front desk after dinner and was socializing with her and another Latina front desk lady, and while I wasn’t inappropriate per se, thoughts and delivery made it awkward. Ya know, I didn’t want to screw things up. I actually look back at that now I think they thought it was really funny and cute with some certainty.

So as this trip went on, I felt a sense doubt and depression of almost appearing to be needy or even coming down the lobby or walking past the front desk was more evident a little more often than the first trip for legit questions/concerns. In the above video I explain that I am feeling “lonely”, something I knew I couldn’t say to the front desk.

As I checked out on the 5th of that month, to me it was just another silly infatuation.

October 2023 (Month after Gram passes)

2 weeks after staying in Keene, to come back home, Gram was in and out of the hospital, initially thinking her ol ticker was acting up, and you know the rest of the story. For most of August into September, it was 12 plus hours with the home to myself, except for the week of August except the middle of August (August 14th to the 23rd) for the “second stay:. When gram passed a month later, the house was eerily quiet then mum and I were together 24×7 for more than a month.

So why would I head to Portsmouth if I was so alone? Well, I wanted to continue my year’s long research in relocating, the other was to be a local tourist, as the Seacoast was peak for foliage, a place that I haven’t leaf peeped despite living here my entire life of almost…4 decades. At the same time I’d only go unless my mother was OK. This trip was a Sunday to Wednesday (again to be mindful for money, as these wouldn’t be peak nights.)

So much like March, I was inching closer to becoming a “regular”, very identical to March and November 2022. There was more small talk, as I needed some extra assistance. Earlier in that month, the Hilton decided I guess to cut costs, and get rid of all the public computer workstations, and I wanted to print my newsgathering business cards to anyone who would be interested if they saw my cameras. My printers at home were out of commission, so I had PDF version that should had no problems. There was a new printer in lieu of those workstations, the problem was how to get it to print. The wireless printer was not on the same IP address subnet that was for the guest WiFi, it was told to just join on their WiFi and it could “work”.

Do we need to say the hotels are just as wonky in the IT department?

This took over a day to complete, because the chica offered me to give her the cardstock paper and print it from her computer for me to email the front desk’s mailbox. Well,  I misspelled the email address for the Portsmouth front desk, and got the Microsoft Exchange postmaster bounceback… a day later. We had small talk in between that typo on my part. In this small talk, I found out she was born in a well known city in Middlesex County (you know i love said county soo much – sarcasm), and then grew up in New Hampshire. No details, but I got more flirty service than I would ever expect.

When I left in October of last year, something made me wonder if I should make a move… but I decided to go it alone because the advice I have varied from an ex-Marine who completely was enmeshed with the power whoring Hollywood, to a Gen Z female who isn’t afraid to admit emasculating and admiring “femboys”,

The key experience with this chica is she was extremely, and may I emphasize authentically friendly than other guests that would be at desk. Year over year, I got the feels her authenticity was very evident, and not every guest got this treatment. While I said “you have made an impression with me” was never said back, only because I got the feeling that was likewise in verbal exchanges and the facial expressions.

The most recent experience should be in it’s own post.

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