Mine happened today... and I felt, and still feel, like a total klutz lol

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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.

...and a pigeon shits on my head.

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Did you still fall in love with her?

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.  

One night I was taking for freaking EVER to get ready for John and I mean in the shower scrubbing the bottom of my feet with the stone to get them oh so smooth.  As I hop up real fast and feel a tingle from my thigh into my lower back I think "oh that didn't feel good."  I was able to get ready with no problem, dressed to the nines and all, John shows up looking and smelling good.  We are having drinks, laughing having a wonderful time.  I excuse myself to use the ladies room so far so good, as I stand up from the porcelian John, it all goes bad!  I fall to the floor unable to move!  I have to call him in to carry me to my bed,  he asked if he could give me a back rub but the pain was so excruciating I had to ask him to leave!  Once he was gone I burst into tears and had to dial 911 to transport me to the hospital! I was 19 then and obsessive complusive with working out!!! I no longer have back issues. Thank Goodness

She tells me "When you go in, the elevator is past the front desk on the left. I'm in room 500." So I go in, go past the desk and the elevator is on the left. I make it to the fifth floor. I look around. There is no room 500. I text her "The rooms are 501-540, are you sure you're in 500?" She texts me back "Where are you??"

UUhh that wasn't SHIT ...
 

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.

Mimi- thought you were going to say the time you gave me the wrong room number and a man in bathrobe answered. Think he was expecting another visitor.. Needless to say both he and I were surprised!

Posted By: MiMi

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.  

Something similar happened to me.  Right hotel, wrong CITY.  He said Airport and I assumed.  I never assume anymore.

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I was in a place where, oddly, there were two versions of the same chain hotel in the same general location. I thought he meant one, but he was in the other. I texted him like, 'Ummm...what room did you say you were in?' Luckily, the number he gave me didn't exist in hotel #2 or I might have given someone a surprise!!

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But I can honestly say that - once you DID arrive - my flash of appropriate embarrassment was almost immediately obliterated by the prospect of unwrapping your cute-as-a-button self.

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

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.  

right hotel, right floor, no room xxxx. And she had already shut her phone off. Luckily when I went down to the lobby I quickly realized my mistake: right hotel, wrong tower. Only cost me a few minutes and the session I thought for a few moments wasn't going to happen turned out to be one of the best ever.

I've had a couple of clients forget the donation, luckily they were gentleman I'd seen before and they quickly went to get it for me.
A new playmate forgetting the donation would make me a bit defensive, and he may end up on my personal don't see list.

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

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!

Had a date with a fellow who enjoys ass play, so I decided to do some extra deep cleaning.  I suddenly got woozey and had to climb out of the shower to lay on the floor.  Cold sweat, heart palpations... I start crawling to my phone to call 9-1-1, as I'm searching my mind for answers (Doesn't seem like a seziure.  Nope, not a stroke.  Couldn't be a heart attack?... )  Then it stuck me, the soap I'd used was an intense herbal blend.  Whatever the herb, right into my blood stream through the thin membrane...  I essentially O.D.'d on soap.  

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.