Worst Valentine's EVER!

Before you go any further, you are not allowed to read this without first promising this will not get back to my mom! It's not that bad, but considering my mom was appalled that I talk to random guys at bars I'm pretty sure this one would push her over the edge.

Okay, so Wednesday before Valentine's Day I was supposed to go out with this guy who I'd met in November but mistakenly thought he lived in Miami so we'd never made an effort to see each other the past few months. We were supposed to go out but then NYC got pounded by the snowstorm so we opted for a movie night in instead. I was shocked at how nice he was and how well we got along, and the fact that he didn't try anything with me. He was refreshingly respectful and funny and cute and I basically ended up with a massive crush after hanging out with him for 5 hours. He knew I had a date the next night which he was kinda weirded out by but we made plans to hang out Saturday and he didn't ask any more questions.

Thursday was uneventful, not great not horrible, and Saturday was awesome. It was a very atypical night for me cuz he's a club promoter so it was a lot of running around the city meeting new people and checking out clubs but it was surprisingly fun and after that night and hanging out all day the next day, I was pretty hooked and didn't even want to go out on the Valentine date anymore. He was really understanding about me having plans set up from a long time ago but he said he wasn't gonna wait around forever while I dated other people so I pretty much decided to stop seeing everyone but him asap. It was too late to straight up cancel so instead I called the guy (the ex cop from Queens) and told him I didn't want to be leading him on, and I didn't see this going anywhere but if he still wanted to go to dinner as friends I was okay with it. Apparently we have VERY different definitions of "friends" because the night did not go as I had planned.

He said he still wanted to go out so we had a good dinner at this italian place near my old apartment and then decided to grab a drink near my new apartment. At this point I really just wanted to hurry it up so I could go hang out with the guy I actually liked (I know, shady move on my part, but you'll understand why soon). Drinks/conversation with the Queens cop were fine but I eventually got the point across that I was ready to go home. So we left the bar and I gave him a hug and told him thanks a lot for dinner and started walking towards my apartment. He stopped me and said he had to get something for me out of his car. So immediately I start panicking cuz A) I already feel bad that he bought me dinner when I really have no intention of seeing him again and B) He's starting to give me sketchy vibes and I have a feeling I know where this is going.

So he gets this really nice, big, vase of roses out of his car, and I definitely feel bad but I'm not about to go down without a fight so I'm like "aawww, thanks you shouldn't have, okay, have a good night". And he's like "oh, I can take them up to your apartment for you". And I'm like "No worries, I can get them, I'm strong" and I flex like a weirdo to prove my point. I guess he thinks I'm being funny cuz he laughs and starts walking towards my building. So at this point I'm thinking I'll just let him up, give him the 5 second tour and tell him I have to go to sleep. So we get to my apartment, and I go into my itty bitty kitchen to put fresh water in the vase and when I turn around he's standing in my doorway with his pants unbottoned and his manpiece hanging out!!! I think I just stared at him for like 30 seconds and then he says (and I'm not making this stuff up) "Don't you wanna touch it?" UMMMMM ARE YOU KIDDING ME??? I haven't even kissed you yet, of course I don't want to touch it!! EW. So I'm like "Uh no, I really need to go to sleep I have to get up early tomorrow". Unfortunately he's not as dumb as I thought and he calls me out on the fact that the next day is Monday and the markets are closed so I don't have work. Luckily it's fasion week in NYC so I say I'm going to some fashion shows and have to be up and at em at 8 which he buys and thankfully leaves. Sadly at this point I'm no longer in the mood for any kind of male company so I go to bed without meeting up with the boy I actually like. And thus, worst Valentine's Day ever. UGH.