I had a similar thing happen to me a few months back. I made a booking with a VERY busty WG just outside brum. She gave me her address, and then flat block name and number upon texting her on arrival. There were several blocks of flats, and i was finding it difficult to locate it. I did eventually find it and was just about to go in when i noticed another guy coming up the pathway. Feeling a bit self conscious i walked back down the path past him. I gave me a puzzled glance. I hung about a bit around the corner until a reasonable time had passed then approached the flats again. Checking the coast was clear i went inside and knocked on the flat door. To my surprise the bloody chap id passed on the pathway opened it! A bit stunned, confused and embarrassed, and on getting a very curious look from him, i asked him if it was flat no.5. "Yes" he says, pointing to the number 5 on the door. "What do you want? I blurted out that i was looking for my mates flat, and that he had told me flat no.5. Obviously he asked me his name so, thinking on my feet, i made up some crap name. Apologising for getting the wrong flat, i tried to make my way back outside. He followed me, trying to be helpful. I just wanted to get out of there! Eventually i went back to my car and checked my phone. Right block name, wrong flat number!
I had to sneak back in to the block of flats, opening the door as quietly as i could. However, this chaps flat was on the ground floor (the WGs on the 3rd floor), and im sure he saw me coming up the path again. As i passed his door i heard it opening so i sprinted up the bloody stairs like a springbok!
After a damn good hours sesh....and looking all hot and flustered i rocketed back down the stairs and past his door as though i was being chased by a heard of marauding wilderbeast. Bloody nosey neighbours!!