I was too drunk to even remember their names, but if you’re out there, you mysterious and kind San Francisco couple — thank you!
” — Lucy, 29, Brooklyn" data-reactid="29"“I had one particularly disastrous New Year’s Eve a few years back in San Francisco.
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!
I proceeded to get rip-roaring drunk and eventually got separated from the group among the downtown crowds.
Heels in hand, tears brimming and words slurring, a kind gentleman and his concerned girlfriend took pity on me and let me share their cab.
We both sat there, nursing flutes of deflated Champagne and trying to give helpful baby tips we’d seen in movies: ‘Burp her maybe? ’ 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 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 Clueless.
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.
(Although we did get one surprisingly romantic story like that! 4 below.)Ultimately, though, New Year’s is usually just another holiday that can either be fun and festive or a major letdown. The kiss that followed was extremely brief and awkward. The kiss that followed was extremely brief and awkward.
And like most other Hallmark days, there are always overtones of love, dating and romance — images from movies and TV shows that make us believe there’s some perfect midnight moment to aspire to. I think he was — and probably still is — the kind of guy who’s used to girls fawning over him. I think he was — and probably still is — the kind of guy who’s used to girls fawning over him.