A single girl's New Year's Eve

My first New Year's Eve in my new single life was interesting. Parts of it were a little bizarre.

I wanted to do something fun with lots of friends, so I went to a local bar. They dressed it up with black and gold balloons, streamers and noisemakers, and there were more heels than I've seen in a long time. Since it's a local hangout, we could walk instead of getting on the road with all of the crazies.

I didn't know what to expect. So I put on a fun outfit and was tricycle wheel with a friend couple. A few of my best new friends were there, and everyone wanted to just let loose and have fun. It was free drinking and they did. Trays of shots. Trays of everything. Amateur night. I enjoyed myself but didn't go overboard since I already had for my birthday.

That night, I heard a couple of the most unique pickup lines. The winner was the man by the bar. I turned around with my drink and he just stared at me. I felt like I had a tampon in my hair or something. Then he reached out and gently brushed my hair away from my face.

"Beautiful. Just beautiful," he said.

I busted out laughing. Really?

"Thank you. I have to meet my friends now."

Then another guy thought I was hitting on him. It was about 30 minutes after the New Year.

"I like your shirt," I said.

"Why are you talking to me like that?" he said.

"Like what?"

"Like you're trying to make my dick hard."

Yeah, really. "No, I just like your shirt."

Then for other randomness, I got a text about 9 minutes into the new year from the guy I dated before my ex. I hadn't heard except for one email in over a year. Why was I one of the first people he thought of in the new year?

"Let's catch up soon!" he said.

More on this if he follows through. Don't worry, we didn't work then so why would we now? I may make mistakes more than once, but rarely with the same person.

But the evening's winning memory was at the after party. And it's about a single girl I've written about before. As dawn grew closer, I sat at the bottom of my friend's spiral stairs. It's where I wouldn't get stepped on and could watch the drunk people get more drunk.

Not long after I sat down, I looked up the stairs and a women I know was walking down. She was wearing a dress much shorter and tighter than her figure should have allowed and had been sending flirty texts to several of my friends. As she got closer, all I saw was a giant bush - a growler as my English friend said they call it at home. Wow. No wonder she didn't have panty lines.

I didn't have that someone special for a New Year's kiss, but it's okay. I shared kisses with at least a dozen friends. They're the ones who will remember my name in the morning and even next New Year's eve.

I'll remember this one forever. I hope you made memories, too.

Love to the single girls,
Addison