R4 here. The context was a crowded bar full of conference attendees. Most people were grouped at tables or the bar or standing around talking to each other. The Arab guy just got his drink and was standing between the bar and my table, which was in a row about ten feet away from the bar. He was scanning the room, probably looking for familiar faces?, and our eyes met. I just lifted my head and said nobody was sitting there, waving at the empty chair at my table. He asked if I was sure, and I said, of course. I introduced myself, he did the same, and we shook hands. We made small talk about conference presentations, our own presentations, and talked a bit about work stuff. We both were drinking liquor. When I offered another round and he accepted, then we talked about general stuff. I told him I am from the West Coast, love cold weather, and found Boston to be lovely. He was from Saudi, but lived and worked in Connecticut. Neither of us was married etc.
This was several years ago when one could still smoke in bars, but not other public places. The bar was very smoky. That was why I told him I was going to go up to the room and asked if he'd like to join me. There was also a football game on the TV I wanted to watch, but could barely see through the crowd.
Details once we settled in R10? I knew Hitch's advice long before Will Smith and Kevin James taught us about The Kiss. Keep in mind this was a regular hotel room, with a king bed, desk and wheeled chair, night stands, and small table next to the chair. My clothes were on the chair, so where else does one sit? The bed. When he came out of the shower, I was sitting/lying with my head propped up on the headboard watching the game. He sat on the other side of the bed for a minute before stretching out on the other side. After I got up and poured two more drinks, I sat down on my said and reached over him to set his drink down on the other nightstand. That's when I went in. It seemed natural at the time. I was leaning over him, and as I went back to sit on my side, I stopped in front of him for a second or two, and leaned in. He didn't move, so I rubbed my beard against his cheek and just said, sorry, I couldn't help myself. And, as I said before, then it was smooth sailing.
Further context: I am one of those guys who never considered myself attractive at all. I was never satisfied with my face, hair, body, clothes, etc. However, I thought I was somewhat better looking than average. I am 6'6" and was always HWP until my late 40's. When I now see photographs of myself then, I realize that I was much more attractive than I gave myself credit for. On some levels, I wish I had recognized this then. But then I would not have my personality or character now if I had. No regrets, just acknowledgement that we can be our own worst critics.