Well, we went swimming, and then I walked him back to his place, figuring that sex trumps motel. On the way back, I told him I had ulterior motives in walking him back.
He said, “You remind me so much of my ex. I would just want to be sure that, if I had sex with you, it would really be you I was having sex with and not him.”
I tried to explain that the laws of physics really rule that one out, but he wasn’t buying it.
I still have 48 hours before we leave, though, so perhaps all is not lost.