Applicable to either sex. Leaving someone's house in a strange suburb, early in the morning, shoes in hand, wondering where you parked the car. Ah, those were the days...
Brings back memories (70s) leaving early morning (6.30am lady's address), milkman on float, pint of milk please, so so refreshing. I guess the youngsters of today just go for a 24/7 Mac.
I've been quite a decent person generally, but still, I did wake up in the apartement of my best friend once (a bucket placed near the bed by her husband... just in case. So sweet!), the first thought being: "If I'm here, is she in my place, then?" She wasn't. Neither was my handbag, which I hadn't bothered to take along when I had decided to leave the party the previous night for some mysterious reason (which is why I had no keys and had to go to the best friend's apartement). It (=the handbag) came the next day, with the cutest guy in the neighbourhood... who moved in for a while. Which was really amusing, as he was totally the cutest and I hadn't even dreamt of being noticed by him. Saved me a lot of trouble and heartache, I guess. Seeing the event as amusing, that is. So, from the other sex, then. Sweet memories.
Nearly bit my arm off once to get it out from the underneath the fat slag I woke up next to. The only consolation was that she worked for a government department, so I'd done to her what they did to all of us.
During the walk of shame back to my car I realised I'd left my car keys in her flat ........ I decided to get duplicates rather than go back!
This stuff is hard to read when you don't know if the poster is male or female.
Quite agree! I have suggested on several occasions that a subtle indicator under the name might help to identify female posters. Something like (.) (.).
OFSO is of the male persuasion except when she's the Queen of PPRuNeonia. Or so I've been told.
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OK, confession time. How many on this thread have sneakily crept out of the ladies apartment/house when the deed is done and the lady is happily asleep, and gone home ?
I have never done so, always having been aware of whom I'd gone to bed with and always knowing that I was good enough so that seconds or thirds would be on offer on waking her.
OK, confession time. How many on this thread have sneakily crept out of the ladies apartment/house when the deed is done and the lady is happily asleep, and gone home ?
Sneakily crept out? Not me. I've always woken them up and demanded my change from the fiver I gave them.
OK, confession time. How many on this thread have sneakily crept out of the ladies apartment/house when the deed is done and the lady is happily asleep, and gone home ?
Many times long ago.
Worst was a three mile hobble home accross the city with what turned out to be a badly broken ankle.
"stopped off" after the match, got a tot of whiskey and a proposal of marraige from a farmers daughter, and sod all else ...
... Then there was another instance that involved the squeeze through the bathroom window as the sun was rising, and the escape down the sewer pipe...
I have never done so, always having been aware of whom I'd gone to bed with and always knowing that I was good enough so that seconds or thirds would be on offer on waking her.
Hear, hear.
However there have been occasions when one has had to leave a lady's bed very early with work commitments, somehow being on the streets that early with a big smile on one's face is quite a pleasant experience.
It's Sven's wedding day and at the party afterwards he gets drunker and drunker, despite meaningful looks from his wife. Finally she disappears upstairs "for a rest" quickly followed by Ake, the best man.
Some time later Sven asks where his wife is. "Upstairs for a lie down" cry his mates, "but you're drunk, don't disturb her, she's tired". Undaunted Sven climbs the stairs, and everyone waits for the fight to start. But a few minutes later Sven staggers down the stairs, grinning all over his face.
"Hey" he shouts, "you tink I'm drunk ? You should see what Ake's doing - he's so drunk he tinks he's me !"
I agree with you on that one. With a smile like that cat who got the cream.
And Dr Feelgood's 'Walking on the Edge' was my going home soundtrack.
"Started out feeling good Some other morning in another neighbourhood Can't remember, what went wrong But I know I been some places and I know I stayed too long
Now I'm Walking on the edge Walking on the edge Walking on the edge Again...
Every turning that I take There's a face in every window,watching every move I make Keep your cool, it can't be far Take a look around you and you find out where you are!
(if some keep insisting). 
