I went home with a guy while in Spain. His apartment had two glass doors to exit - kind of like a glass box. I left the first, and tried to open the second. It was locked. I didn't realize that there was a button you had to press.I didn't have the number of the guy, much less his last name or his apartment number (having been too drunk to realize what it was).And so I stood in my heels, messed up makeup, and a tight dress in a glass cage for an hour and a half while all the Spanish people went to church until someone finally came into the building and let me out.