Dating Diaries: I Pretended To Be A Foreigner To Get A Date With a Fine Bobo – Celina’s story

Celina is a 27-year-old actress. She describes her look as “dramatic and artsy, and sometimes glam.” She says “I have a sense of adventure and mystery, but most of all I’m very consistent” and adds that she is “honest, giving and thoughtful.” Celina says “I’m a Panda Pop addict. It’s an app. I love to watch TV, dine out with friends, and see plays. I’m looking for natural chemistry with a guy. Passion. And someone who wants something long-term.”

After an intense period of work, I decided to treat myself to a staycation for a long weekend at a hotel in town, instead of spending more money on a real vacation. I chose one of the nicest hotels in the city, borrowed a nice bag from a friend, packed, and left.

The desk clerk’s name was Ray. He was a fine bobo. I had been single for a long time at that point, but I didn’t really think anything of the extra attention he was giving me during check-in until he slid one of his business cards over to me, and I saw that he had written another phone number on it — his cell number.

I thought, sure. I was there to unwind and treat myself to some pampered alone time, but what could it hurt to have a little fun in the process, too? For the next three days, I could pretend to be anyone I wanted. So, inspired by the old luggage tag on my friend’s bag, I told Ray I was from the States, and was in town for the first time, and only for a few days. Ray said that he wasn’t on duty the next day, and asked if I would be interested in a personal tour of the city. It wasn’t creepy at all; he seemed sweet and thoughtful. I thought to myself, I go around this town almost every day, but I usually take the same route; maybe Ray knew of a few gems that I’ve overlooked? Besides, I would be with him, and that was good enough for me.

The next morning, Ray treated me to breakfast near the hotel, and then we started our ‘tour’. I was glad that’s what he chose a different route rather than my normal route, where I would have be more likely to run into people I know, which would blow my cover. He was also a perfect gentleman. At one point, he took hold of my hand, and made it a point that we stay together. We had a lot to talk about, and made a lot of jokes. I couldn’t help but think that he was smart, hot, and interested, and that I was the luckiest girl in the world.

After that, we went out for dinner, where I stuffed myself to avoid answering any potential questions about my fake life. Instead, I asked Ray a million questions about himself, and listened to him talk almost the whole time, and actually ended up having the most entertaining and eye-opening conversation of my life.

Ray couldn’t be seen coming up to my hotel room with me, so we said our goodbyes in the cab in front of the hotel. He professed that of all the tourists he had ever met, I was the most fun, and vowed to visit me in the States on his next holiday. I was so flattered that I suddenly felt guilty for keeping up the charade. I dug through my purse and pulled out a business card of my own, and slipped it into his jacket pocket. I leaned over and kissed him before he could read it, and told him that he wouldn’t have to go too far to find me.

I was nervous, but when he called my me later that night, Ryan didn’t sound upset at all. Instead, he was pleasantly surprised that I was a local. He asked me out again, and we have been dating exclusively ever since.


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