Before my first one I was told that versed would act as a truth serum and I'd be talkative. I wasn't too worried until the anesthesiologist came in, an attractive woman in a lab coat with nice legs showing. I thought "oh, shît. I'm going to say something". My last memory was me thinking to myself "don't f'n say anything. don't f'n say anything...". When I woke I looked around to see if the cops were there.
Mine was performed by a doctor I knew fairly well and I show up and met his very pretty nurse/assistant. When we met to go over the results he was professional and everything was fine. At the end of my appointment he said I should ask out the nurse and that I was killing it and she was rather smitten. I was too embarrassed to go forward plus I knew him well enough to know it may not had gone as he said and I was being setup.
