When I travelled for my first job, if I was going to be somewhere for consecutive weeks I’d usually just stay for the weekend instead of dealing with the flights back and forth. I worked with some cool people who would invite me over to eat so I wouldn’t be stuck with restaurant food for weeks at a time.
I got invited to a cookout with a friend from work one weekend and was the youngest non-child there by a few decades. As I’m meeting folks, making small talk, and getting to know my friend’s friends, one of the ladies started asking a lot of questions about how I spend my time travelling. “Call home? Call your girlfriend? Hang out with people down here?” So I explain I’m single, talk to my parents a few times a week, and usually sit at the bar and eat. “Well, let’s introduce you to some folks.”
Next thing I know, her phone is out and she’s talking to someone. “Come over to the Jones’ house. I have someone I’d like you to meet.”