8 Embarrassing & Hilarious Real New Year’s Eve Love Stories

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It’s one of many harsh truths of maturity that New Year’s Eve isn’t really as cool, glam and romantic as we frequently idealized it to be once we had been youthful. That well-known O.C. scene when Ryan arrives within the nick of time to kiss Marissa is enjoyable to look at, however the majority of individuals don’t get to kiss their true loves in a penthouse with glitter falling throughout because the clock strikes midnight. (Although we did get 1 surprisingly romantic story like that! See No. 4 beneath.)

Ultimately, although, New Year’s is normally simply one other vacation that may both be enjoyable and festive or a serious letdown. And like most different Hallmark days, there are at all times overtones of affection, relationship and romance — photos from motion pictures and TV exhibits that make us consider there’s some good midnight second to aspire to. We’re right here to guarantee you that if most of yours don’t appear to be that, you’re removed from alone. Below, eight ladies share their hilarious, embarrassing and unforgettable (even when they’d actually prefer to) New Year’s Eve tales.

Midnight miss

“Just a few years in the past, I used to be heading in direction of this man I actually appreciated to provide him a New Year’s Eve kiss when then his good friend completely reduce me off and insisted that we kiss. It was extraordinarily awkward! I used to be fairly tipsy, and as I used to be strolling over to the boy I really appreciated, his good friend stepped proper as much as me, blocking my path, and mentioned, ‘So, should we . . . ?’ I consider my response was an precise shrug. The kiss that adopted was extraordinarily transient and awkward. I feel he was — and possibly nonetheless is — the type of man who’s used to women fawning over him. If he solely knew it was his preppier bestie I used to be after!” — Lucia, 26, Hoboken

Texting out loud

“A few years ago, I was casually dating this guy for a couple of months when November rolled around, and I decided I wasn’t into it anymore. I gave him the ‘I’m really busy, not sure I have time to hang anymore,” excuse. He appeared cool with it, and because it had been so informal, I figured he wouldn’t assume twice about me. I hadn’t spoken to him in over a month when, that New Year’s Eve at 2 a.m., he despatched me a drunken textual content with a number of misspellings about how nice I used to be, how a lot he appreciated me and the way he’ll by no means hear an Ed Sheeran tune once more with out considering of me. I used to be actually stunned, however my emotions hadn’t modified. I by no means responded and at all times felt fairly dangerous about it — particularly as a result of Ed Sheeran has gotten actually well-liked since then…” — Taylor, 28, New York City

The epic fail

“I had 1 notably disastrous New Year’s Eve a couple of years again in San Francisco. I’d been ready perpetually for my coronary heart’s want — learn: non-boyfriend — to ask my mates and me out with him. Finally, every week out, he half-heartedly talked about their plans and that we might be a part of if we wished. A thousand instances sure, clearly. One $200 gown I couldn’t afford and a $150 ticket right into a heinous membership occasion later, the large second arrived. I figured I used to be assured a kiss at midnight, proper? Wrong. As the clock struck, I turned to see the man overtly hitting on one other lady. I proceeded to get rip-roaring drunk and finally bought separated from the group among the many downtown crowds. Heels in hand, tears brimming and phrases slurring, a sort gentleman and his involved girlfriend took pity on me and let me share their cab. I used to be too drunk to even bear in mind their names, however should you’re on the market, you mysterious and sort San Francisco couple — thanks!” — Lucy, 29, Brooklyn

Cross-town kiss

“One year, my now-husband and I decided to do New Year’s Eve separately — he had a ‘guys-only’ group thing and I had a ‘girls-only’ group thing. However, at the last minute, he changed his mind, and out of the blue at 11:30 p.m. left his party on one side of the city and hauled all the way across town to find me. He made it there just before midnight so that we could have our New Year’s Eve kiss! Later, his friends told me that he didn’t even tell anyone he was leaving; he just walked out!” — Sophie, 31, San Francisco

Baby bust

“Last year, my boyfriend and I reunited with one of his college besties in Paris with his new bride and their 6-month-old baby in a chic albeit tiny flat. They invited us over for New Year’s Eve oysters and Champagne before going to visit the Arc de Triomphe for a light show. Unfortunately, after arriving, we spent the entire evening listening to their baby SCREAM BLOODY MURDER. We both sat there, nursing flutes of deflated Champagne and trying to give helpful baby tips we’d seen in movies: ‘Burp her maybe? I heard wiggling babies’ bottoms help? What about a little whiskey in her bottle?’ while really thinking, ‘Muffle her with the goddamn pillow already!’ Eventually, we all left, tucking the destructor of all things good and fun in her pram, and as soon as we stepped out into the frosty air, she stopped crying and passed the fuck out in the midst of roaring drunk Frenchmen and women singing anthems and carols at the top of their lungs. I don’t think we had sex that night.” — Audrey, 29, Paris

A New Year’s Eve to really bear in mind

“My best New Year’s Eve was when I spent the evening with my three soul mates — my ride or dies, the women who complete me. My now-husband and a couple other significant others were there too, but my girls will always be my No. 1’s. We started the evening playing Taboo and laughing so hard that we were all crying, bellyaching and gasping for air. Later, we went out to a bar to dance. When the clock struck midnight, we ladies had a four-way smooch and a group hug. We ended the night by walking home on the beach, heels in hand, under an actual blue moon. It was the first time we’d all been together in years — a symptom of post-college life — and it was perfect. For me, New Year’s Eve is not about amazing parties, perfect outfits or midnight kisses; it’s about the memories you make with the people you love.” — Laura, 30, Indianapolis

Ex-capades

“A few years ago, my best friend visited me in New York City, where we’d decided to have a wild night to remember. She was having trouble getting over an ex and had vowed to find someone to kiss at midnight. We got drunk on Champagne and arrived at a crowded party, where I promptly lost track of her, being distracted by some ex drama of my own. By the time I found her, it was almost midnight and she was half-falling down and sloppily making out with some guy in front of a group of people who seemed half-amused, half-concerned. I got her into a cab and we both made it back to my apartment in one piece, but needless to say, we were pretty mortified at brunch the next day.” — Sarah, 29, New York City

Crushing & clueless

“I’ll always remember New Year’s Eve of ’97, after I first smoked a cigarette to impress a boy. I even bear in mind my outfit — a duplicate of 1 Cher wore in Clueless. The man I used to be crushing on was probably the most good-looking in my faculty, and everybody beloved him, together with me — sadly, it was unrequited. He was into one other lady, however she was busy puking at that individual second, so I used to be adequate to hang around with. We left the occasion to smoke cigarettes in an alley, and I assumed I used to be lastly in! We even went to see GoldenEye the following week, and I actually thought we’d be quickly married, however the subsequent week, I couldn’t exit, and he went to see Beautiful Girls with a distinct lady named Zoe, and similar to that, it was over. My time with him was fleeting, however my time with cigarettes lasted a pair extra years.” — Hillary, 34, Alexandria, Virginia

Originally posted on StyleCaster.


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