I have many “caught in the act’ stories. I'll start with one that still makes both of us laugh many years later.



The night we first met I was on a work trip to Melbourne. It was the week of my birthday, so I decided to come over and stay at crown for the weekend to celebrate. I'd been spending a lot of time there so one of my friends decided to set me up with her friend from work on a blind date. We met at the bar in the casino and the connection was instant and electric. I spotted her from across the room, and while everyone there was dressed to the nines looking to pick up, she stood out the most in jeans and an elwood tshirt. The conversation was fun and easy, and very direct. I think we made it through one round of tequila shots and a cocktail each before deciding to head to the elevator to my room, 15 minutes at most.



I was staying in the corner room on the top story, so there was quite a long elevator ride in which our hands started to wander. We walked down the hallway and I opened the door for her, I started to turn around and push the door shut and she pounced on me... But I was sure I'd pushed the door closed. The kiss was deep and passionate, and it was very clear where this night was headed. We stumbled backwards into my suite undressing as we went, by the time we got to the bed there was not a piece of clothing left between us. I won't go into details, as the night was too much fun to describe... The fact that we may as well have moved in together the next day and didn't spend a night apart for the next 18 months should tell you how good it was.



One thing I should mention though is she is loud in the bedroom... Like a proper screamer. I definitely wasn’t holding back that night either. After a while we came up for air, and decided drinks and room service were necessary. I thought it would be indecent to answer the door naked so walked to the cupboard to get the bathrobes.



As I was standing at the wardrobe stark naked, I realised that I was staring right down the passageway through the door to the room which was pushed as wide open as it could go and let out a loud "Oh fuck." My partner in crime came over to see what the problem was and let out a similar expletive. We discussed this at length many times after and both remember me pushing the door over when we entered the room. We also had been busy on the couch against the window looking out over the city, which was adjacent to the door. So we would have seen if it had been wide open then.



Our only conclusion is that when I shoved the door over it didn't latch... Curious neighbours must have heard our rather noisy performance and come to see what was going on leaving the door open after they left. The layout of the room meant they could have gotten within a meter of the bed without us seeing them.



At the very least we know we both know we put on one hell of a show that night ;-) We both thanked our friend for setting us up.