To Punt or Not To Punt, That Is The Question

As a young, fresh and slightly naÔve 22-year old, I paid full attention at the training course when we were told that we should not 'fraternise' with the punters. It was unprofessional apparently.
However, when it came to punters, I can't say I remember being particularly attracted to any of them. Must have been a bad year for decent-looking blokes in Austria. This was not the case for the barman, let's call him Mark*, in the hotel I was running. He regularly pulled guests, even school girls weren't out of the question.
One week he pulled a young blonde girl who was a punter with another company. She was well into him and we were all greatly amused. He had a girlfriend at home and was also seeing one of the hotel staff. He really liked to live life on the edge and was having the time of his life.
About six weeks later, his wild behaviour came back to rightly royally bite him on the arse. He was working in the bar when the aforementioned young blonde girl appeared in front of him. She had come back out to see him as a 'surprise'. She was travelling with our company, by herself, and staying in our hotel. He was obviously as gutted as we were entertained. Talk about urinating on his fireÖ.
There had been many other young girls in the weeks since her holiday, and he had no interest in her at all.
Being a 'lovely' young man, he decided that ignoring her presence would be the best way forward. She took great offence to this behaviour, and asked to have a quiet word, when she decided to tell him she was pregnant!! I'll never forget the look on his face, he was bricking it. The hotel scrubbers took it upon themselves to get to know her a little better and try to get Mark out of a sticky situation. One of the girls discovered sanitary items whilst cleaning her room and after a bit of a face-off, all turned out well for our hero, apart from being stalked for about two years afterwards.
Anyway, stories such as that are a pretty obvious argument for not punting, and I always stuck by this theory.
I mean why would you want to pull some random on holiday who didn't really know how to ski/board properly, when you are surrounded by fit, like-minded ski instructors, bar staff and other resort workers? Surely it's a no brainer.
Of course, there's the other argument of not pissing in your own backyard. If you get jiggy with one of the guys you have to work with or see every day and it all goes horribly wrong (which it usually does as it's very share and share alike in resort), life can become rather uncomfortable.
A couple of weeks ago, I was on the other side of the equation. I was, god forbid, a punter, staying in a chalet with a couple of mates. I've been working in resorts for seven years now on and off, and found it really difficult to forget that I was not one of the gang anymore.
The chalet was being run by a young lad on his first season and I just couldn't help myself with the old 'when I worked in resortÖÖ' stories. Embarrassing now, but give me a few beers and I'm off. He filled me full of cocktails before the pub crawl round resort. One minute I was throwing up in a bar, then break dancing in some random nightclub then the next thing I knew my clothes were being flung across the chalet and we were going for it like rabbits on the sofa! And all the while, he was whispering into my ear that he really shouldn't be doing this with a punter! Before we went our separate ways, we agreed that we would keep what had just happened to ourselves.
There's nothing worse than resort gossip, and being a newbie, he was rather vulnerable to getting a heap of shit. A couple of nights later, the same thing happened again, and it really made my holiday. And as far as I know, no-one, other than my (very proud) mates, ever found out.
As a punter, I can honestly say there's nothing better than getting it on with the chalet boy. However, I'm now back at home finding it difficult to get him out of my head, whilst also knowing that he will have forgotten all about me. I know full well that every new week in resort is a new start. Even so, I'm currently using all my self-restraint and sensibility not to go back out for seconds.
So, punting, is it a good idea? Well, in my opinion, yes, absolutely. It certainly has its advantages, as your object of rumpy will only be there for a week, then you can move on and start all over again. However, you need to pick your target well. You don't want to find yourself in Mark's situation, with a stalker on your case.
And if you say you'll stay in touch, take an email address and drop them the occasional line to say Hi.
Unfortunately I am still waitingÖ..
* Name changed to protect the guilty