Oh, we do love hotel sex. I'll try to answer your questions, as you seem exasperated.

We love hotel sex for multiple reasons. First and foremost, there's just something supremely awesome about soiling fancy (or not-so-fancy) hotel bedsheets you don't have to clean. But mainly, it's the novelty. The newness of making a new headboard bang against a new wall, disturbing all-new neighbors. We go on vacations to relax, recharge, and to get out of ruts. Americans don't unwind enough, we love to work hard and work hard. Sometimes, sex can suffer a little because we're all slaves to punch clocks and paychecks. But a vacation is a mandatory, soul-laundering, muscle-melting fun in an unfamiliar place There's nothing more fun than sex.

It's an adventure, woman! Make a joyful mess, and no apologies. Order room service after tearing sheets off of mattresses. Watch bad cable movies, and go at it again. Don't forget to actually go out, though.

Again, it's not the city. It's the situation. Going on vacation with your boyfriend or husband is special, so we dust off our special sexy jungle cat moves. Maybe it's a shame that we forget to make Tuesday sexy time special; vacation booty should serve as a reminder that with the right mind set, and with care, sex can be stupendously back-raking every single time.

Also: we want to get it on the moment we get into the hotel room because we're excited. Dudes are like puppies sometime -- single-minded, and hyper. Vacation! Nekkidness! Clean hotel sheets!