Don't believe him. When he was in Dallas, he had me meet him at some fleabag hotel as well and tried to get me into his room. Once his drugs wear off, he tried to blame it on me.
Well one of the many times I have gotten in trouble with my wife is when I was teaching my son how to spit and the various spitting techniques one has to learn before becoming a man. A spittoon would have come in handy but we used various rocks to aim at as a substitute.
As for you regaining your composure are suffering from the vapors?