I could hardly believe the suggestion, but adventurous me… agreed.
Background: We had met once in the USA. I wish I could say it was more than just good spice. Since I was only visiting for a few days and he basically had no time due to his job, we ended up meeting late at night at his hotel. He had ordered me an Uber. I arrived, walked to reception, and said I was there for him. The receptionist guided me to his room.
The door was slightly open, I walked in. He had messaged me that there was a chance he might still be showering and, if so, that I should just walk in and wait for him on the bed. So I did. We had a great night — a great first date. It wasn’t with much depth, but sometimes fun is all you need. We did talk afterwards, and he ordered me a car to bring me back to the apartment I was staying.
Then months later, he messaged me again…
“Hey, I have to be in Dublin for work. What if, magically, flight tickets and a hotel stay appeared?”
I said yes. Life’s short, am I right?
I gave him my details, and a few hours later I received business class tickets and a five-star hotel reservation in my inbox — all paid. Two nights. One weekend.
I was a bit shocked, since I had never treated myself to anything that fancy before. I thanked him multiple times, and then we didn’t talk again until the day of travel.
He asked if everything was still okay, and I said yes.
went to the airport, visited the lounge that was included with my ticket, and was treated like a queen. The flight was short and sweet. When I landed, he had a driver waiting for me. The driver took me to the hotel, and I checked in.
I knew he was staying somewhere else for privacy purposes, so I made myself at home. I showered and then decided to explore a bit. It was already evening, so I went out for dinner, walked around the city, and eventually headed back to the hotel.
He texted that he most likely wouldn’t have time that night, but hoped to see me the next day.
Crazy. Flying someone in but not even being sure if you’ll actually have time to see her. But hey — I appreciated the privacy. And the free city trip.
The next day I woke up without any messages. I decided to explore the city since I had never been there before. I ended up having the best day wandering around, and around 4 pm I got a message saying he would squeeze in some time to see me right before dinner.
At around 6 pm he arrived in the lobby where I was waiting for him. We walked up to my room and had a great moment together. Not even an hour later he had to leave again due to, apparently, a birthday dinner his work had organized for him. It was his birthday — something he had obviously not told me.
He said he hoped to see me again before I left, and then he was gone.
I went out for dinner by myself and started planning my last morning before flying back.
I was pretty sure I wouldn’t see him again on this trip, but just in case, I bought a small birthday present as a thank-you.
The next morning arrived, and I spent my time exploring. Honestly, Dublin is a really lovely city.
A few hours before my flight, he texted me saying it was great seeing me again the day before and wished me a safe flight home. In a way, I felt relieved knowing I wouldn’t be seeing him again. Even though it had been great, it also felt like I constantly had to be “ready” in case he messaged.
So I explored the city until it was time to leave. Then I headed to the airport and flew back home — business class style.
So far, that was the last time I saw him. But every time I’m in the USA — he still follows me on Instagram — he messages me asking if there’s “anything he can do to make me stay longer” or if he can fly me to his city.
Because of busy travel schedules, I haven’t said yes to those offers. And honestly, I’m not sure if I ever will.
But it was a lovely free trip.
Yes, I know how it sounds. But honestly; we should enjoy life. Nothing was planned, nothing was negotiated. He asked if I wanted to come. I said yes. We met up. And I explored a city on my own.
It was simple. And it was lovely. It doesn’t always have to be complicated.
Enjoy life. Don’t always overthink. Be careful, but say yes.
No dating advice, just a story based on a real life dating experience I had.
Greetings from Dublin!