Okay...we all had to start somewhere.  And I'm sure the hobby has changed over the years and with the introduction of technology.  I look back on some of my early experiences and (thankfully) laugh.  It occurred to me that this could be a pretty fun thread.

To complete the happy ending the asian lady covered me up in saran wrap. It took great effort to not start laughing.

Talk about awkward.

Hard to remember numbers sometimes when nervous.

I totally have this image of someone mummified in Saran Wrap but for their Johnson sticking out.  Hahaha.

He ACTUALLY asked if I was going to come back.  

So I didn't have an embarrassing first experience or anything like that, and I made sure to see a very experienced newb friendly provider.  I remember being really worried I was so nervous that I'd have to shit during the date!  I wasn't TER VIP then so I didn't know about menus and such so I missed out on some things she provides that I now love and seek out, but other than that it was a great intro to the hobby.

or your first quality experience?

It took me awhile to be really comfortable with the whole scene let alone be able to assert myself, ie, asking her to do what I wanted when I wanted.  For a long time I just went with the flow and let her control the flow. Not anymore! Now I am way comfortable with this scene. I still go with the flow but now I control it.  

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First P4P...nerves were almost entirely about being caught, to the point where even when festivities had commenced and I knew better I still felt like the door was gong to be kicked in by federal authorities or something!  Stupid of course and got over that feeling pretty quickly with subsequent appointments but I'm still cautious to a fault

Yes, first P4P.  Wasn't like I obsessed for a year, more like it would cross my mind and I'd start looking into it, then I'd get busy and put the thought aside for awhile.  Nervousness was entirely due to fear of getting caught...even after the session festivities commenced I remember expecting someone (LE, boyfriend, hotel staff, who know?) to bust down the door or something...I knew that was ridiculous and irrational but at the time knowing didn't help.  Nothing of the sort now of course, though I'm still probably overly cautious...but that's not a bad thing IMO.

When I was new I feared outcalls, something about leaving my comfortable space. I went to Downtown Dallas, 2 hotels right next to one another on the city block. So I do a circle around to park somehow pull into wrong garage, then into wrong hotel, yes knocking on wrong door. I call him and ask where he is? I'm at the door. He say's no I'm here. I figure out I am at the wrong place and scoot. I did finally get to the right place, nerves a little shook, we laughed and ended up having a great time.

I have fucked up every aspect of the hobby.
Yet still I manage to have a good time.

Believe me!!!!
 I learned not to talk sexy with women who are not fluent with the english language.
There was a serious misunderstanding there..

Good thing you didn't tell her to ride you like a horse. If there had been one outside...

I am a Hound, not a horse.
Horsies can be broken.
Hounds cannot.

A tiny cleaning lady busting down the door.

The guy came in, dropped donation, looked around and walked into the hotel bedroom, sat on the bed sideways by the headboard/wall facing the closet with his hands folded, hunched over, terrified look on his face. I sat next to him and didn't touch him… I asked, "Are you okay?"  

No, she didn't pay me...what a rip-off!

One stole my vibrator.

She probably figured you would be unlikely to go to the front desk and complain!

May not stick to teeth, I assure you it will stick to my Titty...