This tale was well-written, but I took major issue with some of its premises. I'm sorry, but I don't see how a visitor from another world winds up coming to Earth for an interstellar booty call and manages to avoid the wrath of any number of hate groups. You would think the pope-mobile this alien would need in public would have to be meters thick. I can just see the protesters lined up right now-- we can't even handle homosexual unions on this planet. I don't even want to know what an inter-species union would engender. Furthermore, I know the guy is supposed to look perfectly human, but based on his past marriages, we've no way of knowing what's under that visage.
I wanted to really like this one, and it did hold my interest, but the misogynist themes and sense of sugar-coated galactic relations really cost it some adoration. The author seems to suggest that aliens initiate first contact once an admittedly-awesome document like the Bill of Rights appears on the radar, and although I found that premise really well-thought, this isn't first contact. The alien flies off having essentially pulled one over on humanity. Yes, we might indeed chase a group of such snake oil salesmen to the stars, but when we finally get out of our solar system we'll no longer be interested in punch and pie. Think guarded relations and suspicions as the order of the day.
There's another story here, perhaps one that paints this character as an interstellar con man running from alien cultures he's already infuriated. Drop the protagonist into the mix as the woman that sways him from his ways, and I think you'd have a more enjoyable yarn.
As a disclaimer, while I found the elements of the plot somewhat shaky, I still enjoyed this piece.