The flight attendant and the soldier [MF]

Hi all, long-time listener, first time caller. This is an experience I had a few days ago. Me: 34/M, slim and toned, 6’1” with Italian features. Location: cloudy Zaventem/Brussels, Belgium, near the airport perimeter fencing. The following events occur between 2 IBIS hotels arranged as a complex. One 5-story block with budget rooms/aircrew and another separate 10-story block with nicer rooms. Both blocks with a shared restaurant, separated by a parking lot. It’s 12 PM and I’ve just checked into the hotel for my return flight to the USA the following day. I’m actually flying a day later than I have planned, due to weather. My stuff situated, I decide I’m going to go drink away the combined stresses of my flight and returning to my military unit for our deployment, which is roughly a week away. I’ve come overseas for a hardcore-music party and to see a football match, which I have done in earnest. This is one last “hurrah”, and nobody besides family knows I am here.