No Means No Means No!

I worked at a hotel in 2010. It was across the street from a dive bar. Sunday night, a man checks in and is chatty. He comes back to the desk a few times to continue to be chatty. He goes to the bar across the street at some point and still comes back over to front desk to be even more chatty while getting drunker.

The next shift arrived around 11 PM and I popped into the back to get my stuff and go. When I come back out to the lobby he’s waiting for me, because presumably that next shift worker told him I was ending my shift right then, so he was standing there waiting. She watched him follow me to my car and did nothing.

As he is following me to my car:

Guest: *Almost begging.* “Please, come to the bar with me! Please!”

Me: “Uh, no thank you.”

Guest: “Please! You have to!”

He’s not taking my polite refusal.

Me: “I have a boyfriend.”

Guest: “I’m not trying to f*** you.”

I went home.

The next day he apparently walked into the continental breakfast still drunk.

And fully nude.