Coming off a bad breakup with your serious boyfriend, you wind up going to your friend's wedding without a date. You look amazing (dress. shoes, and hair are very much on point), but you're a total wreck emotionally. Love and sex are everywhere, but where are you? Alone and sad.
You try your luck with a couple of other wedding guests, attractive guys who are roughly your age. You're not throwing yourself at them, but you're not exactly hiding your availability, either. You use your go-to moves.
No takers. It's incredible. You can't possibly be that unattractive. WTF is wrong with these people?
Eventually you make your way to the (open) bar, and a much older guy strikes up a conversation. He seems empathetic and trustworthy, and you wind up pouring your heart out over your breakup and current self-image issues. He listens and gives you a lot of positive affirmation in a deep, authoritative voice. Before long, you've bared your soul and fully exposed your emotional vulnerability.
He's not conventionally hot, and he's got a classic dad bod. Plus, he's got to be at least 30 years older than you -- your dad's age, basically. Meanwhile, you're young and fit, and generally known to be hot.
But such is your current frame of mind that you don't say no when he suggests that you meet him in 10 minutes in his room upstairs in the hotel. You take the keycard and head to the elevator after a respectable interval, so as to not attract attention....