Dating Disasters: ‘This one night stand was truly dramatic’

In Dating Disasters vertellen anonieme lezers over hun gênantste, meest tenenkrommende en dramatische dates. Deze week: the wild weekend.

I have never been a very wild single person. I am a relationship person and love the security and familiar feeling that a steady relationship brings. Yet, a few years ago, I suddenly found myself in a very long single period. Nothing wrong with that, but at some point, it naturally becomes a bit lonely.

All the more reason for my friends to drag me away for a long weekend to a city I didn't know yet. It turned into a weekend with everything included. We stayed in a beautiful house where we easily fit nine people, and there was even an extra room that was dubbed the ‘one night stand room’. I, as the most well-behaved single ever, chuckled at the question of who would end up in that room that night, not knowing it would be me.

I don't know who to blame for how the rest of the evening went. Maybe it was the unknown city where you always feel a bit more invincible than at home, maybe it was the abundant drinks that seemed endless, or maybe it was solely my own stupid fault. I honestly think it was the last one.

Anyway, as part of our wild weekend, we ended up in a club where I met Jesper, a handsome man who didn't have much to say, but after my sixth tequila, I suddenly didn't mind that. As if I were possessed by someone I didn't know, I dragged him back to the house where my friends and I were staying and we walked in a straight line to our ‘one night stand room’.

What happened there was downright dramatic. Due to the large amount of alcohol, things didn't go smoothly, and although we were quite comfortable together, not much happened below the belt. When I suggested that we might as well go to sleep and could always try again the next morning (I really cringe at the thought that I actually made that remark), he started to cry. CRYING!

If you think that's the worst part, you're very mistaken. He ended up in a flood of tears giving a speech about how he suddenly had to think a lot about his girlfriend. I asked him if he meant his ex, but he shook his head no. It turned out he had been in a relationship for two years and felt quite guilty for being here with me. It was too late and I was too drunk to send him home, so I sneaked back to my own room in the middle of the night and left him and his tears in the ‘one night stand room’.

The next morning, when I cautiously went to check, he was gone. I was still so hazy from the drinks that I wondered if I had maybe imagined him, but unfortunately, that was not the case. My friends remembered him all too well and had a good laugh about my one and immediately failed one night stand.

In the meantime, I have found the love of my life and hardly think about this story anymore, but every now and then it pops into my head and a big smile appears on my face when I think about my failed adventure. Did I mention that I do much better in a relationship?

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