Hotel, motel or no-tell Fred
S o, you’r e in a relationship and heading ou t for a long weekend with your partner. The weekend promises to be great fun. You’re looking forward to getting away and enjoying a few nice meals, perhaps some dancing or listening to some live music, sleeping in, and some lazy days by the pool with some refreshing libations. It’s a change of scenery you’re after…and some romance and relaxation. You get to your destination, check into the hotel, and whack…you are hit in the head with those interesting, yet predictable, expectations the moment the door to your room opens and your partner spies the bed. Perhaps you have the notion. Either way, my point is that the word “hotel” or the hint of the word “hotel” can be a powerful aphrodisiac. Let me digress, cool off and explain where I’m going with this article. Bare with me please…and yes, the bad pun’s intended. A few months ago, I read a silly article about the name “Fred.” I don’t remember all of the details, but I do remember that ...