At first I sought them out. Plotted and planned for them. Lived for them. Tallied them. And often talked big with my buddies. I know… kinda sleazy.
But then I grew up and realized the sinister nature of my ways. So. Sayonara one night stand, buenos dias long-term relationship. But one night stands are back.
Of course one nights stands have a different meaning now that I run a bnb on the Smith (believe me, that’s a line that is not conducive to the old-school iteration of the phrase).
While I may call it a one night stand, what I really mean is a one-night booking, something that for much of the year I shy away from. This time of year though — with colder temps and unpredictable and often rainy weather — it’s all about shorter stays, sometimes as short as a single night. And I am still coming up with guesthouse gold. I host and hang out with some of the more interesting people around — scientists, journalists, playwrights, doctors, naturalists, devoted sportsmen and women, even a spy or two (at least I think so). I like to think it cuts both ways as travelers sleep somewhere homey, secure, warm, and surrounded by trees (don’t forget the hot tub at night and strong coffee in the morning).
We’re not a roadside motel so I don’t think I’ll be changing my usual modus operandi anytime soon — I still aim for two-, three-, and five-day stays — but one night stands (and most of the above guests were) are getting to be a guilty pleasure. Again.