my epic new years eve

07Oct09

almost two and half months after homecoming was the next time i saw mr. new years. basically the same group of people from that tailgate and i decided to take a very overpriced booze cruise around manhattan. i obvs wasn’t going with a date, but there were going to be other single people going with us, including nye, so i wasn’t have a total single girl panic attack.

if nye being there wasn’t enough, it was also the first time i was seeing one night stand since our major blowout in the beginning of november. to make a this part of the story short, ons apologized very drunkenly to me (his famous quote was “i chose religion over you.”) and tried to get me to make out with him. i said no.

everyone boarded the boat and nye was already there. i have theories that i’m forgettable, especially when i meet you and there’s liquor involved, so i never really assume you remember me. nye looked at me at first and then went, “aren’t you the girl that works for a magazine?” he didn’t remember my name, but i’ll take it.

we were inseparable from that moment on.

at midnight we kissed. in fact, we had two midnight kisses because a bunch of people started to countdown early, so we kissed the first time and then at the real midnight. i was kissing a guy i was interested in on new years, with the new york city skyline in the background – how romantic. (vom)

when the boat docked everyone had intentions of going to some after party, but i had the brilliant idea of crashing a celebrity party that i knew some people at. i wanted to pull all the stops to impress nye. and i think to some extent, it actually worked. we were able to get in and i’m pretty sure i looked like a total rockstar to him. it’s about time my damn job helped me score a guy.

we didn’t stay very long because we were so drunk and tried. i was supposed to stay at my friends’ apartment in nyc and nye was supposed to go home on the train. on the cold street corner in the meat packing district, nye says, “just come back home with me.” i said okay without any hesitation.

home is with his parents. not knocking it at all, as i still live at home, but that had potential to be a really awkward situation. we shared his twin-sized bed and every time i woke up, i would see this creepy alex rodriquez fat head that hung on his ceiling.

the next morning, thankfully, his parents were out. but we had another problem on our hands: my car was at my jh’s house in the next town over aka my hometown, but my keys were in my overnight bag in nyc that i asked my friend to bring home on the train with her. so nye and i did the next logical thing while we waited for jh to get back — we got breakfast.

only there was one teeny, tiny problem, i was still in my formal dress and heels. there was no way i was doing the walk of shame at a diner. i asked nye if he could drop me off at my house so i could change and then we could go. i made him sit in my driveway because i was not playing the “meet the boy i made out with on new years eve and then went back to his place at 5 am” game with my parental units. my mom did give me the third degree, but i told her the nye was just a friend. she didn’t believe me. (side note: if i was smart, i would have grabbed my extra set of car keys when i was home so we wouldn’t have had to wait for jh to get back.)

i couldn’t get over how much we had in common and how well we got along. it was a very long time at that point since i met a new guy that i liked. i actually thought he had dating potential: he was graduating law school in the spring, had a job lined up, was somewhat good looking, laughed at my lame jokes, drove a bmw, lived in the town next to me. total package, right?! i was over the moon.

but nye didn’t pay for my breakfast.

it’s suffice to say it went all downhill from there. we chatted a little on bbm that next week and made hypothetical plans for saturday, but he told me he’d call me to let me know his schedule. he never did.

i was bummed. like legit bummed. especially because i actually convinced myself that he was my perfect guy and that we WERE going to date. i daydreamed about meeting him for dinner after work, watching football games together, hanging out in nyc with our friends, and just being in a real relationship that i was (and still am) desperately looking for.

i finally let myself be vulnerable to the idea of love and i basically got a huge slap in the face.

and just when i was able to get him out of my head. he came creeping back…

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