New Year's Eve 2010 - Worst Date Story Winner!
Twenty-ten was definitely my worst New Year's Eve yet. My friend, C., didn't have plans, so I told him about a New Year's Eve party that I was going to with some friends.
A good friend of mine invited me (and C.) to her house for dinner and drinks before the party. Instead of being a gentleman and picking me up, C. met me at my friend's house. First of all, he showed up really late, which is rude. Second, when my friend's husband greeted him at the door, shook his hand, and offered him a drink, C. walked right past him, saying he’d get his own drink in a little while.
My friend's husband is Jewish and they had some friends over that were Jewish as well. I found out the next day that C. offended them with rude comments about their religion.
We got to the party around 11:00 p.m. We had a few drinks and then the dancing began. Oh, I forgot to mention that he's diabetic (has to give himself a shot every few hours) and he was drinking bourbon.
When the alcohol caught up with him, he kissed me, and after that, he was a complete drunk mess that I had to take care of the rest of the night. I walked him outside to the cab because he could barely stand up straight.
Once we got back to my apartment, I helped him out of the cab and walked/carried him up a flight of stairs. He slept in my bed and I slept on the couch in the other room. I heard a loud noise in the middle of the night in the bathroom, but at that point I was done taking care of him!
The next day, he woke me up super early, saying there was something going on in the bathroom. I walked into the bathroom to find the floor soaking wet and my toilet completely cracked on the side. He BROKE my toilet in the middle of the night. Who does that? Not only did he break my toilet, but he didn't admit it at the time or apologize!
I had left my cell phone in the cab the night before because I was too busy taking care of C. I went to my leasing office to call maintenance and was told it would take about two hours to fix the toilet. Two hours turned into five. So, on New Year's Day instead of hanging out with my family and friends watching football, I couldn't go to my apartment for five hours! I was homeless and without a phone. I couldn't go anywhere because they weren't sure how long it was going to take to fix it. Worst date ever!