Unhappy New Year

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Story Sent in by Millie:

Colin and I had been dating for a few months when New Year's Eve rolled around. My friends were throwing a house party, and Colin and I went.

About a dozen people were there, some couples, some singles. My friend Sasha and her boyfriend Drake were there, and we all had a good time catching up, drinking, and making merry. Colin, I noticed, was uncharacteristically quiet, although I caught him staring at Sasha (who he had never met prior) more than once. I didn't think much of it.

A minute before midnight, we all gathered around the TV. Colin put his arm around me. The ball dropped. We watched it go.

"Ten! Nine! Eight!"

Colin's hand dropped from around my shoulders.

"Seven! Six! Five!"

Colin mumbled, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!"

"Four! Three! Two! One! Happy New–"

Colin grabbed Sasha's head and kissed her on the lips. She shoved him off. Drake pounced and shoved Colin down to the floor. I shouted. Drake punched at Colin a few times before Colin was somehow able to stand, then he shoved Drake against a wall, nearly knocking over a turntable. Colin then turned and ran out of the house. Drake chased after him.

All eyes were on me. The only thing I could say to Sasha was, "I'm sorry," about 50 times, even though, in retrospect, I don't think I had anything for which to be sorry.

Drake came back about 20 minutes later. He said that he had chased Colin down several blocks, but that Colin had ultimately given him the slip. I left not long afterward.

Colin called me the next day, not to apologize, but to ask me if Sasha had said anything about him after he had "left."

I replied, "Aside from the fact that you're an asshole? No, actually."

"Oh. Want to meet up later on?"


"You don't understand," he said, then hung up. Last I ever heard from him.


  1. See kids I met your mother while I was dating Aunt, oh wait a minute I was dating someone else....damn wait that's a sitcom.

  2. Raising pissing people off to a fine art.

  3. Most of my new year's were shitty, the one before the last one, my bf came to the house party after work (supposedly with his friend) as we opened the door to them I found 2 other girls along! AND one of them would NOT leave him alone all night trying to grab him from me and treating me like crap, I gave her a lesson tho..


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