I live in a resort town with my forever- partner, let's call them Ted. There are several resort locations within our area. There's quite literally something for everyone. None are quite as *upscale* and highly rated as THE resort. 

Ted works front desk at THE all-inclusive resort. It's flashy, instagrammable, and Ted gets a generous discount on the whole package. Ted and I have been to this resort before, when he first started working there, and although we had a great time, I wasn't impressed. 

The day we requested full housekeeping, and specifically asked for a vacuum, they didnt vaccum, and left visable dust and gravel on our floors. The housekeepers left a open water bottle in our welcome basket. Their assumingly high dining standards, the $40 salmon plate was ...mediocre at best. The other food options weren't better. One night we ordered a certain game-themed pizza chain instead of eating the onsite food. 

I took it all in stride, and of course, told Ted I had a wonderful time, but next vacation I might want us to check out something new. My birthday rolls around, and Ted wants to take me on a getaway. He suggests the resort he works at. I  eventually say "yeah we can do it one more time." 

So Ted books the vacation. He wants to try a spa day, a chef's dinner. I love Ted, and it was all my birthday gift, so I don't want to say anything, but I didn't have a good time at all. The spa day was amazing, but the chef's dinner turned into a $100/hour, 3 hour torture session, where the food was... lackluster, and pairings were nauseating. I realize how hoity-toity that sounds, but I have an IRON stomach, and I had it mild compared to Ted. Ted had to go splash his face halfway through dinner. It was bad. 

The other.... odd thing about the vacation was that it was TED'S WORKPLACE. And Ted was non-chalant about it, but it really started to bother me. His supervisor checked us in. Ted continually called/stopped by the front desk for seemingly endless possibilities. Our spa day, he asked them to *tuck his jacket behind the counter*, despite the spa actually having lockers *for this purpose*. Everyone knew us. Someone saw us kissing and jokingly called across the lobby for us to get a room. It didn't feel like a "just us" time, alone, at a destination. It felt like "Ted shows off" or "Ted hangs with friends". It felt like that both times. And I don't want to return.

HOWEVER upon our return, hell even during our stay, Ted has expressed his desire to do it again, for his birthday. 

WIBTA if I refused to do this again? I LOVE to travel and go new places. I just don't want to revisit this place a THIRD time.