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In 7th grade, I was hanging around for awhile with a group of greasers. We all went on a Friday night to the movies, girlfriends included. I didn't have a girlfriend, and so got hooked up with an "extra". Her name was Debbie. A bit into the movie, all the guys put their arms around their girlfriends' shoulders. I put my arm around Debbie's, and she bit my hand.

I don't know if I'd call it a date, but one night when my then-girlfriend/now-ex were driving around,  I accidentally set her hair on fire with my cigarette. She had curly hair, and at the time was using a hair straightener that apparently wasn't fireproof (pre-Consumer Protection Agency days).

...and a pigeon shits on my head.

I was at a hotel preparing for the days festivities when I managed to break my toe on the corner of the bed frame.  I was still hopping around in agony when my first playmate texted me for the room number.  There was no way I was getting any kind of shoe, sexy or otherwise, onto that rapidly swelling appendage, so I was stuck greeting my callers like a flat-footed troll and hobbling through the remainder of the day.  Thankfully, I felt no discomfort whilst on my knees.  

Went to 48th street instead of 48th avenue. A few cuts while shaving different body parts. Driving in circles trying to find parking. Parking too easy, and got ticketed on street cleaning day. A 20 fell on the floor of my car while I was switching bills from my coat pocket to my pants pocket. Hey, Joe, you're 20 short!! Luckily it wasn't the street, and I retrieved it for her. When I knocked on a different lady's door, a man's voice answered. Wanted to upgrade to 90 minutes, but misremembered her price, and was 10 short. She still said yes, and I paid her back on the next visit. Calling ten numbers for an urgent session, and striking out. Drove to her incall, and three squad cars were waiting outside. When I drove to her incall, there were little kids playing in the front yard. After showering, a group of teenagers in the next bedroom watched me come out naked. One I can't tell you about that just happened. I asked the lady if she wanted to postpone our date this weekend, and she said she was cool. I'll still be embarrassed.

So I couldn't get the room number via text.  I went to the hotel business center and sent her an email.  She came down to the lobby looking for me.  All worked out fine, though I felt like an idiot.

A few weeks ago I made plans with a gent to meet at a small boutique hotel in NYC which also has a few other sister hotels by the same name in other cities. He emailed me the morning of the date telling me that he had to cancel as he was unable to get to Philly.  Thoroughly confused I asked him what he meant regarding getting into Philly. Turns out-he thought that I had agreed to meet him at the location in Philly and the whole time I had thought we were meeting at the hotel in NYC. Luckily he had to cancel as he was unable to be in New York or Philly, and thereby saved both of us time and a possible conflict. It could have turned into an unfortunate situation for us both if I had shown up to the hotel in NYC and meanwhile he had been waiting for my arrival in Philly. Needless to say-I will always double check the city that a patron wants to meet me in in the future if I am unsure

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I tripped I fell on the sidewalk.  It hurt but didn't tear my pant knees so I thought no more of it.  I arrived & we discovered my knee was bleeding & needed attention so she provided First Aid (came out of my session time) but we got everything done.    
   
I have gone to the wrong hotel...  2 branches of same chain literally within sight of each other.  One on the main road & the other on a short side street.  I caught on quickly, called & got there.  One of them has changed hands now so hopefully less confusing.  

BTW, I keep a basic First Aid kit along with other emergency items in all my vehicles.  

By biggest fear (almost) came true.  I accidentally left my hobby bag with donation in my car.  I offered to go get it or send her...  As we had seen each other over time...  she said I was her last appointment...  so we went ahead.  We walked out together.  I opened my passenger's side, palmed the donation.  We stood face to face, grasped hands, a quick light goodbye kiss & went our separate ways.  The donation was handed off without looking.

So I was at a nice hotel for a professional meeting. Had some time that night for some entertainment.

Called a local agency.  A man answered.

Told him my name, my hotel, my room number - and asked if he could send up a girl.

There was a long pause.

Then - with a clear note of disgust in his icy tones - he said

"Sir - if you want an outside line - you need to dial 9.  You have reached the front desk.  
And I can assure you sir - at this hotel - we DO NOT send up girls".

So much for the mood that night.

But thank god for remote check-out the next morning.

Five minutes before my guests arrival and everything is ready - I'm showered and primped, a lovely candle lit meal is on the table with a bottle of wine and all serving supplies... so I throw together a quick chocolate mousse in my whipped cream maker.  I've done variations of this dessert so often I don't use a recipe, and hell if it isn't too thick to come out of the machine.  Well, I think I'll simply spoon it into bowels, it won't be as pretty but it will still taste great.  So I crack the lid... and... BAM!

The nitrous pressurized lid flew across the room, spraying chocolate mousse on my face, hair and clothing, as well as from wall to wall, across the food, and even into the wine glasses...

*knock! knock!*
There was no time to even begin cleaning the mess as I answered the door.

I actually had to repaint the kitchen after that date, as the oil from the mousse soaked into the paint.  The chuckles I still get thinking about it, totally worth while.

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While prepping for an overnight date. Pretty bad cut on my upper lip. Took forever to stop the bleeding. Finally stopped it, met the escort and took her to dinner. During dinner my lip started bleeding again. She took an ice cube from her drink and put it on my lip. I used the restaurants white cloth napkin to stop it, and got the napkin full of blood. Went to a show after dinner then back to her room for fun times. F'ing lip started bleeding again. Bled all over the white sheets and pillow case, and a towel.  She was very understanding and almost nurse like in her care. We still had an awesome time although we couldn't do two of my favorite things (DFK and DATY.) I saw her several times after that first date and we always had something to talk and laugh about from that first date, but at the time it was embarrasing and I felt terrible about messing up dinner and the restaurant napkins and the hotel sheets and pillow cases.