I had been dating this guy for a month. Everything was going great – no games – he was doing all the work by setting up dates, sending me flowers and calling me every night. I just knew he was the one. I was going to my girlfriend’s birthday party and we agreed to meet up later. After 4 cocktails and a ton of shots, and a hundred text messages demanding my guy come to me – he showed up – with only a couple of drinks under his belt. Legend has it, I tried to make out with him in front of everyone, hung all over him and when he told me he had somewhere else to go – I told him we were over. After he left, I texted him a series of crazy, vicious messages telling him he doesn’t deserve me, he’s skinnier than I like, blah blah blah. He never responded.

I later found myself in front of his apartment. Although he never answered his door when I banged on it, I still felt the need to throw coins and any other random objects I found at his bedroom window!!!

Waking up the next morning and getting commentary from my friends left me horrified. I remembered nothing!! How can I – a level-headed, cool girl have acted so mental!!!! I can truly say I had never been one of those girls, well, until that night. I left a voicemail apologizing for my unreasonable and psycho behavior only to get a text in response, “This isn’t going to work. Take care.”

Shelby
NYC