So I experienced pretty much the entirety of a relationship in one night last week.
Got home from work early on Wednesday, and I was making a pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving. Knew my friends were out but didn't feel like driving (was feeling tired and they were 20 miles away which is like an hour in LA time), so I started scrolling through OKCupid. Happened to notice a girl who had messaged me at like 5am a week or so prior and deactivated her account before I woke up (a warning sign in retrospect) had re-activated her account. She was cute and seemed pretty interesting, so I shot her a message.
Surprisingly she responded back rather quickly, and soon we were chatting back and forth about random shit. Eventually she tells me about some other dude who had just messaged her with something lame and said she didn't know if she should laugh or cry. I asked her if it was worth asking for a screen shot and she said sure, what's your number again? (I had not previously given her my number)
Soon we were texting back and forth and I circled back to an earlier comment she had made about us hanging out together in a dive bar, to see if she was gonna be free at any point over the long weekend. She joked that I knew where she liked to hang out and I'd just have to show up, and I replied that I wasn't about that creeper life. A few more back and forths and she told me she was going for "one drink" at a bar around the corner from her apartment and said I should join her. I looked the place up, gave her and eta and was halfway there before she even responded. Also keep in mind it is now like 11pm.
I show up, find her in the bar and talk for a moment. She complains that her drink is "basically pure whiskey", which works for me so I buy her a different drink and take hers. We talk a bunch, she pounds a couple more drinks and pretty soon we are making out. We go at it for a bit, she starts to grab my junk, and of course I'm starting to pack wood at this point. And then here is where things take a downturn. Now I can't remember if she got upset/disgusted first or if I asked her if we should close out first, but either way I go up to close us both out and a minute later she comes up and says she doesnt want to close out, she's starting to seem upset so I tell her I'm okay with staying here and hanging out more and she becomes kind of noncommittal. Feeling like an idiot and a bit confused, I go to the bathroom to empty my bladder and clear my head. I come back out and she doesn't seem to be interested in talking to me and is now starting to flirt up a bunch of Russian dudes that had come in a bit earlier. Figuring I had totally fucked up I go sit down, and drink some water, thinking it's time to go home. I finish my water, go talk to her and tell her I'm taking off, but now she apparently doesn't want me to go, I ask her what she wants and she informs me she is going to drink the Russians under the table. I get some more water as she pounds a drink with the Russians and then follows two of them outside for a smoke.
The third Russian turns to me and tells me, to my surprise, that he is concerned about my friend. He feels she's very messed up and keeps saying she wants to go party with them and he's uncomfortable with that. I attempted to tell him I didn't know her, but he wasn't really listening so I went outside to check on her. I go outside, she's talking to one of the Russians and seems relatively lucid, she finishes her smoke and we go back inside to the bar and up to the bar, and at this point she starts falling apart. She's having trouble keeping her head up, the bartender is telling her she can't sleep in there and that I have to take care of her etc. I help her get her purse and coat and start walking her out of the bar.
What follows is a 45 minute or so ordeal of me trying to get her to tell me which building she lives in so I can walk her back to it. Her stopping to either almost throw up or almost pass out a few times, and a 10 minute struggle for her to get her keys out of her purse (before I just did it for her). In the end she zonked out on the ground outside her building, I helped her up, got her through the gate and she stumbled to her apartment. I helped her inside, laid her down on her couch, covered her with a blanket and left her a bowl in case she had to throw up.
I texted her when I got home to let her know I didn't die on the way, and texted her again the next day to see if she was alive/wanted to talk and no response.
When I told my friend this story the next day he asked if I always go for crazy girls or if this is just a recent thing.
