I got yelled at in a club on New Years Eve

There are a lot of things I could talk about from my night out on New Years Eve, but the strangest part of the night was when a guy completely freaked out on me at the big party I attended.

The party was called After The Ball. It was in Times Square and started at 12:30 (just after the ball dropped). I went with friends Carl and Danny, and just after we all arrived we started hanging out with Andy, a friend of theirs.

I spent little time with Andy in the beginning of the night, but there was a time around 5am when he got very flirty and I responded in my usual slutty way. I won't describe in detail here, but my friends will have a good idea of the boundaries I can break on a dance floor. This lasted a couple minutes, and then we started walking around the club. As we walked by the coat check, I collided with a guy I had seen earlier in the night. Jorge was hot, and I told him so. Andy started checking his phone while Jorge and I told each other how adorable we were and Jorge took my phone number. Then Jorge put his coat on and left, and Andy and I continued to walk.

Andy told me as we walked back to the dance floor that Jorge would never call me because I didn't go home with him. He tried to explain how I was naive, and that I was living in denial if I thought I could get guys to go on dates with me before I slept with them. I told him that couldn't be true, because if I feel like dating, then there must be others who feel the same. He wouldn't stop though, and said I was unrealistic and living in a fantasy world. I told him once that I didn't like where the conversation was going, and he continued. Then I told him that the conversation was over, and walked away. He chased me onto the dance floor, grabbed my shoulder in an attempt to turn me around, and yelled, "Go back to California!"

Can you believe that shit?

I started laughing out of shock as I walked across the dance floor. At the other end of the floor I found Danny, and told him everything that just happened. By this point I was a little shaken. Was it true? Am I unrealistic? Danny gave me a big hug and assured me that, no, I am not unrealistic. Andy clearly felt rejected and had a little tantrum.

I was worried that Danny would think I was exaggerating the situation, so it was perfect that Andy walked up to us. I said, "You were a real dick." He said, "I not a dick, I'm a realist. You need to grow up." (Perfect, I thought). Danny said, "Andy, I think you should go back to the other side of the dance floor." Andy said, "No, you go!" So Danny walked with me to the other side of the floor, and that was that.

Andy, if you should read this, you are a poor pathetic man. At least I can empathize with your bitterness. People must treat an asshole like you horribly, and that really must be hard on you. Poor guy. :-(

Danny, if you read this, then I will thank you again for walking away with me. We aren't close yet, but the way you treated me says a lot for your character. I adore you even more now. Big kiss to you.