I'm a big solo traveler. My friends are usually too busy or can't afford to constantly fly to a million different places, so I do a lot of it myself.

I flew to San Diego for my first time alone.

I'd been to most of the major cities in California, except for San Diego, so I wanted to check

it off my bucket list. I stayed in a decent hotel very close to downtown. As I checked in, I met a guy

a little older than me in the lobby. He struck up a conversation with me about where I was from, how long I'd be here for,

and if I'd ever been here.

It was apparently his second time here, and he was also alone.

He offered to take my bags to my room for me, since he was going upstairs anyway.

I accepted his offer, appreciating his kind gesture. He carried my bags to the elevator,

and we went to the second floor to my room. He set my bags down outside my door and said it was

great meeting me and to enjoy my stay here. I thanked him again, and he left down the hall. I let

myself into the room, set my bags on the bed, and laid down for a bit just to get a quick nap in.

When I felt refreshed, I went back down to the lobby and was about to head outside when the

lady working the front desk called me over. She asked what that man did when we went upstairs,

and I told her he just helped me with my bags to my room. She then warned me that that man

had been standing outside the hotel for a while,

and she noticed him come in moments after I came inside. She told me that she was fairly certain he wasn't staying in the hotel,

and if I see him again, I should stay away from him. This was of course very unsettling.

I hoped she was wrong and he was actually just a nice person, but to be safe, I would listen to her.

I went out and explored and had myself a day. I came back a few hours later to change into

different clothes for dinner. There was a different person working the front desk now. In the

hotel room, I showered quickly, then changed into different clothes and laid down for another

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