Bazile......many.....but this one p1sses me off.
I meet a very attractive, upmarket desirable, smartly dressed woman and she seems to respond tom flirtatious advances. I persuade her to book into this 5 * hotel with me, clearly for further developments but on arriving at our suite, she asks for black satin sheets and a bottle of Lois Roderer champagne.
The sheets arrive and i then she undresses down to her black underwear and gets into bed.
I tell her that i am going down to the bar for the champagne (no idea why i didn't ring for room service) and that i would be back shortly.
I buy the champagne, but guess what? I cannot remember the room number or even the floor and spend what seems to be hours, looking for the room, to no avail.................then i wake up.