I'd never (honestly, never) had this happen until last year, one hot July day when I headed off up the M1 to .......Bletchley. 'Uh-oh', I hear you all groan as you <face-palm> yourselves.
I'd been drawn time and again to a certain profile on AW. Got there, made the phone call, set the time to meet and caught some rays just outside the Park for an hour or so.
The door opened and first of all I thought I'd been B&S'd. Nothing like the photos. Anyway, wasn't going to drive all that way and not come away empty-handed, so to speak, so I had a shower because I thought 'Fair do's, I've just been driving and sweating for a couple of hours, can't subject the poor girl.....I mean....woman to a sweaty crotch, can I', came out and made the best of it.
Until I went down there. She'd actually refused a shower with me, as she'd 'Just had one before you came up'.
Yeah, in a fucking pig's eye, she had. It just got worse from there on. Quite the worst punt but one from last year.