Don't know if it counts as a sex blooper, but went on a call once to see a regular who actually has a pretty nice home. He was downtown and didn't want to head home so rented a cheap room in one of the motel/cheap hotel options downtown. Looked like a bad appartment building redone to become just a bunch of individual rooms with individual bathrooms.
My guess was used as a drug den..
It was awful. So awful in fact I couldn't help roasting the room the entire hour long. He couldn't help laughing the entire time as there was not a thing I didn't have some critical comment on, starting from the jankie busted up ceiling fan down to the icky sticky carpet. Like I said his home was rather nice, and was someone I tended to know to have nice things. I couldn't believe the room when I saw it. I did even make an animated attempt to check to see that the bedding was clean, at least the bedding was clean (I hope). We had our fun too... but oh what an awful room. I won't see him outside of his place any more.
I don't judge people or their homes, I am there to see them, not where or how they live. But I knew and expected so much more from this guy. His high taste in things wasn't left out from how low this room fell from his own usual basic standards. I'm not a comedian, but boy I felt like one that day. The material I came up with was priceless.
If he was a new guy and not someone I had seen a few times prior, I wouldn’t have stayed it was that bad.
I feel better now...
