I've considerably slowed down in my "play time" as others have sought my organizational skills for various time consuming projects.  This past week was a rather large public service event that kept me behind the scenes pulling the right leavers and making sure all of the volunteers and participants were in their proper places.  Due to the stress of changes, my mind darted between "play time" the evening before and not.  Two days before I decided to contact a well reviewed Charlotte lady for two hours of chill time.  She agreed to come to me, and to say that I was excited would be diminishing the anticipated moment.

As the afternoon arrived the messages from participants began to light up my cell phone.  One key person had a family emergency and some others just were asked to take a long weekend to the beach.  Anxiety set it.

The lady arrived late in the afternoon and my anxiety was temporarily forgotten.  She was absolutely beautiful and our conversation started to flow.  Unfortunately, my 6 inch sex organ (the space between my ears) just could not get into the moment even though my eyes were feasting on a true beauty.

Well, our move to a more comfortable bedroom helped and the excitement began.  Still, my mind would not totally relax and take in the moment.  We even had a laugh when her phone rang and it was another well-known provider calling her.  She merely cut her phone off, and I got a wonderful bbbj to complete the session.

As we laughed about the call, I sent the caller an email letting her know what she had done, but let her know that it would have been okay if she had walked in instead.  We all got a laugh about it.

As our visit came to an end, I was back to working on the details of the upcoming event.  In the end, it was successful beyond measure, but a lesson was learned: Play time is far better when not possessed by stressful events.

She is a beautiful and passionate lady, but if she were to review me . . . well, I don't think the numbers go that low.  Maybe you could say the roles were reversed in this situation, and it was the guy having the bad day.

How many others have had similar experiences?

i think you were fine. You wouldn't get a low number unless you took your issues out on her with irritation or disrespect -- it doesn't seem like you did that.

We all have off days, especially if we're in the over 60 group. Thank God for modern medicine! But even so.

I don't think it will be any problem at all if you want to see her again.

I always felt a bit on edge that a call would come in from work, or some other work event would be on my mind.

Now that my wife and kids are on their own, I have the weekends to enjoy, and it makes a big difference.

It would not be a problem.  That late afternoon proved to be a "Valium" moment to calm me down, but none was available

there are a lot of more important things in life than fucking..

One time I was working on my boat all day without a shirt on or any sunscreen.  big mistake.  Without realizing it I had gotten so severely sunburned I actually had a fever.   At first I thought my hot skin and facial flush was just a Viagra reaction. My date arrived before I figured out why I felt so bad, but I sure did not hold my end up that evening.

And I'm not talking about sports. I do almost all my mongering on the weekend when I don't worry about my business.