First and foremost, I love flowers! However, please refrain from bestowing me with flowers. Giving flowers is such a lovely gesture; I hesitate even mentioning it. Still, in my opinion, it lacks discretion and screams liaison!

You're visiting, with a lady, at her hotel. You walk through the lobby, with flowers, pop onto the elevator and head to floor 8...like others before you. How do you think the hotel staff interpret gentlemen walking through, with bouquets of flowers, all going to floor 8?. Then, the charming and discrete Ms. Bouvier, on the 8th floor, goes to check out, with 2 to 5 - dozen flowers, with vases. Capiche? What am I to do? Shall I risk it and ask the bellman to assist me? If touring, I can't take it on the plane. Leaving them in the room, confirms any previously raised eyebrows. What would you do? Me? Glad you asked. Late at night, I secretly dispose of them, via stairs, to the other floor garbage receptacle. *Sorry, they were beautiful!*

A lady comes to visit you, at your hotel. I would pull into valet, dressed to kill. Upon stepping out of my automobile, the staff automatically rushes over to assist me, watching my every move. I walk through your upscale hotel, looking like a stunning and successful attorney. I'm in the hotel for 1 or 2 hours (average for most ladies), doing "business." Prior to departing your room, I have attempted to pull myself together and straighten my attire...while fussing with my unmanageable hair with one hand and carrying flowers in the other. I'll guarantee, valet is saying, "That must've been a great business transaction!"

There are some circumstances, that it is okay to bring flowers. Perhaps, to a private residence/apartment. Even then, I would be concerned about nosy neighbors. I've viewed numerous profiles/websites and it's not odd to see flowers mentioned, as a gift option. If you're working out of a hotel, have you considered that flowers could bring undesired attention to you?  

You might enjoy this true story:

I had a date set up with a very nice gentleman, while touring. He requested a bed-time rendezvous, desiring to tuck me in for the night.  Sounds dreamy, right? Think again. Before my eyes, stood a man, with the attire mirroring a pimp. Vizualize one of those flashy teal suits from the disco days, with freshly shined white loafers and a white top hat. Why, what is he carrying? A dozen roses in one hand and body lotion in the other. Oh my! Come in....! After a moment, I ask, "where did you get that lotion?" He responds, " I stopped at the front desk and asked for massage oil....all they had was this spare lotion." "WHAT!" I was livid....absolutely furious, inside. On the outside, I shined like a star on Christmas Day. On the inside, I wanted to say WTF were you thinking!

Always a pleasure,
Paris Bouvier