#MyWorstDate...NYE

#MyWorstDate wasn't really what I would call a date...

It was NYE 2016 and my friends threw their annual house party. I was wearing my favourite scarlet red mini dress I had bought in Montreal and I was in peak party mode. People were filtering in and out of the house throughout the night and I, being the social butterfly that I am, was wandering around and briefly chatting with whoever paid any mind to me.

I was standing at the top of the stairs by the kitchen when he walked in. He was with two other friends, none of whom I'd seen before. My girlfriends standing beside me noticed him too and we all exchanged the "omg, who is that cute one?" look. We may have even said that out loud to each other.

Now, to give some context, I am a very ambitious person. When I want something, I go for it. I'm also competitive so the fact that other girls in the room were so into him made me want him even more.

He approached me and it was smooth sailing from there...well, for most of the night. We flirted, played beer pong, and displayed just enough PDA to piss the other girls off. When the party started to die down he invited me to another house party at his friend's place. His friend had picked up two of mine so 5 of us made the trek to the other party up the road.

When we got there, we quickly realized there was no party. There was no one there. I remember sitting in the living room and all of a sudden this shirtless guy comes flying in on a hoverboard. He was obviously fucked out of his mind and I realize now that at that point I should have went home.

We eventually made our way upstairs and into a bedroom. He told me it was his friend's room, but he was staying there. I assumed his friend was out of town and let him crash in his room. I was wrong.

Things heated up quickly. We were making out on the bed, clothes came off, and he put on a condom. It might have been 45 seconds later and we heard someone come up the stairs and start banging on the locked bedroom door. I quickly jumped up and grabbed my clothes. The guy on the other side of the door was yelling for us to, "Get the fuck out of his room" and he continued to yell and bang on the door. He busted the door and flew into the room, at which I flew into the closet trying to get my clothes on, and he grabbed poor Naked Guy with a condom still on his dick. The rest happened very quickly while I was pulling clothes on in the closet.

Naked Guy was thrown up against the wall, punched in the face a few times, and told to get the fuck out. At this point, a roommate came in to restrain the guy whose room we were in and my friend pulled me out of the closet and into the adjacent room shutting and locking the door.

We realized we needed to get out of there as soon as possible, but wanted to wait for things to settle down a bit. I was honestly scared this guy was going to beat the shit out of me.

When the guys assured us it was okay to open the door we came out and I saw that Naked Guy's clothes and wallet were still lying on the floor in the bedroom. He was literally thrown out the door, naked, into the snow and I never saw him again.

We had to go downstairs to get out their place and grab our friend who ended up with hoverboard guy. While we were waiting for her to get herself together, the guy who came home and freaked out was calming down with a bong toke. He apologized profusely to me, told me I had a nice butt, then asked if I wanted to go upstairs and finish what I had started with Naked Guy on his bed.

I said, "No thank you" and went home.