It's against the policy of the hotel, and he was not cute enough for me to risk my job over. I declined, and continued to do so for four hours AFTER the first rejection. Finally, finally, the military man wore me down. Here's (roughly) how the conversation went when he came up to the desk to ask me again.
Military Guy: C'mon, (my name), no one's gonna know. I'm only going to be in (military base near by) for a couple weeks. I just want someone to talk to when I'm bored, y'know?
Me: *sigh and dramatic eyeroll* Seriously? No. I admire the persistent badgering though, but if you think you're the first guy to try this, you're not. I reject everyone, so don't feel too bad.
Military Guy: You're breaking my heart, sweetcheeks. (yes, he seriously called me 'sweetcheeks'. I wish we had been in a place where I don't work...I would have slapped him senseless)
Me: I hear there's a support group for that sort of thing.
Military Guy: C'mon, just give me a number. You know you want to. (said in the creepiest fucking tone that made me gag in front of him)
Me: Fine. I'll say it once, and I'm not waiting for you to write it down.
Military Guy: I have a great memory. Shoot.
Me: 705 867 5309.
He winked, and walked away.
I used a local area code, so I didn't completely give it away, but I hope he hasn't tried to call that number in the wee hours of the night. I don't even think it's a real number....if it is, though....
I hope Jenny answers it.
2012 is kicking ass so far.