Thursday, May 14, 2009

Hotel Love Affair

I love hotels. It's more than a perpetually cold room in the tropical summer, white beds and soft carpets, tall bathroom mirrors and room service. It's not even the lovely view of the city lights and the ocean, not the seemingly fake palm trees around an infinity pool, not the buffet breakfast, not the miniature alcoholic drinks you finish in one swig.
It's being anonymous, I think. Every hotel I visit I dress up and I smoke and I become a different person. It's being that girl he seems to like, that girl who doesn't like him back, that girl who turns him down, who secretly wishes for more invites.
I just can't imagine being that girl at home.

Anyway I really love hotels.


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