Gawd, no! How erotic is scrambling round in the dark for your clothes with a splitting headache and cotton mouth from too many bong hits and fags, thinking, 'Please don't wake up because I forgot what the hell your name is'? 
Or that cold second of recognition when you're out with your new man and you lock eyes with one of your past romps, or worse, that, 'Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?' and then you both cast around for a lie. Or you slip up in conversation with his newbie when she says, 'Oh, Tony's got such a sensitive stomach!' 'Yeah, you have to be really careful round that hernia op scar he's got right above his . . . um, erm, how about those Oscars, what a show this year, eh?'
My fav 'bust' has to be a friend of mine's, I'll call her D. D picked up this guy and went to his place for a night of passion. The next morning, she got herself as dressed as possible for the Walk of Shame. Grabbed her bag, which was on the floor and off she went. The door of his flat was one of those that locks behind you, then the front door and a sort of small area and then a gate. Out she went, started fishing round for her car keys . . .
You guessed it! Her keys -all of them, car, house, work - had fallen out of her bag and were still on the floor in his flat!
She had to buzz him until he woke up.