Imagine meeting the love of your life who also happens to be working at your hotel on holiday in an exotic land? Wouldn’t it be grand to be pampered by a man with influence in your hotel? It would and giving it up for a little attention can be a worthy tradeoff in certain circumstances.
That’s precisely what 41-year-old care worker Melanie experienced during a 10-day trip to Turkey, where she met the man of her dreams. Pablo, the resort hotel manager where she stayed, kissed her ass and told her she was beautiful until she dropped her panties. Such an enchanting story of accidental love.
And the panty drop was, based on my math, three days into the trip.
Developing a bond over Melanie’s 10-day vacation, Mel says he stayed with her for about a week. After heading home to the UK, she went back half a dozen times, over the next year or so, and then he finally proposed!
OMG! She said yes!!! Of course, she did.
As their wedding day drew near, Melanie noticed Pablo was hitting up the chikas on the facespaces, got a little jelly, and went into full-internet stalker mode. Searching up TripAdvisor, she found 32-year old Pablo featured in multiple hotel guest reviews for being a skin hound!
No shit.
Alternately, go, Pablo!
“I found comments from the girl saying they had an amazing holiday- all thanks to their fling with the manager.” Really Mel? Did you?
Up to that point, I’m sure poor Melanie thought she’d invented the old sex-with-the-hotel-worker gig.
And coming as no surprise to anyone, the hotel is a shit hole, according to this TripAdvisor review from around when Mel stayed there —
Melanie reached out to her competition on the socials and discovered he’d been two-timing her and still was. Melanie claimed Pablo was a con man who “just wanted me for my money — he didn’t even return the cashback of our engagement rings I bought him.”
Pro Tip Mel — When you’re 41 and buying your 32 yo BF’s ring, you’re probably not getting married.
The mother of two, Melanie, called off her engagement when she realized poly-Pablo was really just in it for the Turkish delight.
As for Pablo? He blamed English chicks for throwing themselves at him, but ever the gentleman said he never banged any of them. And the TripAdvisor reviews? All lies. Why? He wasn’t giving up free drinks to the ladies because the one-star hotel he ran had standards.
What can we learn from this? Go ahead and fuck the guy behind the hotel’s front desk if you must, but don’t plan a life with him. The dude works in a hotel with fresh meat walking through the door every day, so do you honestly think he’s going to turn down the buffet for your old bowl of soupy porridge? No, because even a fresh bowl of soupy porridge is better than that.
God love you for living the dream, Melanie, but if you have to go that far afield to find a man, maybe it’s you.
If you liked that, read why this guy left a one-star review for his resort —
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