Craziest Valentine's Day story, no, craziest story period

The story starts in the early hours of Feb. 14th a few years ago, it's a Sunday, about 2 a.m. and I stumble into my condo after a night of many drinks at a bar. As I stagger to my bedroom door and go to turn the handle(probably a little too aggressively) it comes off in my hand. But no problem, I put it back in the socket, it still works and I pass out.

I wake up way too early due to a brutal hangover, which sucks because I had a date that night with a girl I recently met. But I get through the day, go pick up the obligatory flowers and chocolates and get home with enough time to sneak in some time for a nap.

I shut my bedroom door, close the curtains and pass out until my alarm clock wakes me up an hour before my 8 p.m. date.

I get out of bed still feeling really groggy but nothing a hot shower won't fix. Grab my robe and go to open my bedroom door.

Except it doesn't.

I try it another three or four times and have a very surreal WTF moment. The door doesn't have a lock on it so there's no reason for it not to open. I calmly take a deep breath and try it again.

Nothing.

I rip at it as hard as I can, throw my shoulder into it, but since the door opens in and not out, of course it doesn't budge. The only thing I do manage is to knock the knob out of the socket on the other side of the door, like I did the previous night. With a bang I hear it fall on the floor outside the room.

It's now about 7:15, I look around my room for my cellphone but I left it in the living room. No way to call for help, no tools in my tiny condo-sized bedroom to take apart the door, no way out. I do have a window but a) it doesn't open, b) it faces a laneway that's only used by the condo's residents and doesn't have a lot of foot traffice and c) it's already pretty dark out.

At this point I'm slightly concerned with how my date is going to react to being stood up on Valentine's Day but I'm honestly more worried about what the hell I'm going to do. How many days will it take before work or family wonders what the hell happened to me and comes to check my condo?

I'm not going to wait that long to find out so I improvise with whatever I've got on hand, which isn't much. I've got a pen and find a few pieces of paper. On each piece I write my message in huge letters, line them up on the windowsill and hope someone sees them.

LOCK BROKE. UNIT 201. CALL. SECURITY. BEDROOM DOOR. BROKEN.

So I sit and wait. And wait. I've just got the clock radio to keep me sane and before long it's about 8:15. I hear my phone ring in the other room, it's probably my date asking where I am but of course I can't answer it. I figure this girl's never going to speak to me again and I'm starving at this point, so I eat the chocolates I had bought for her as I continue to wait.

Ten, twenty, thirty minutes pass and I don't see a soul. Finally I see someone walking through the alley and feeling embarrassed, I half heartedly wave to try to get the guy's attention. He's not seeing me and as he begins to disappear out of sight I jump to my feet and start waving like a crazy man. But he's gone.

It's another 20 minutes before I finally see another person, this time I go crazy immediately and thankfully the guy spots me. He gives me an expression like, what's with the freak in the window, but then squints, walks closer to the window and gives me a thumbs up and calls security. YES!! FINALLY.. it's after 9, I've been trapped in my room for two hours but I'm almost out. A couple minutes later I see the same guy return with a security guard, he points up to the window and says he'll call a locksmith.

The story's a little long already so I'll skip ahead an hour to when the locksmith finally shows up, opens my front door, puts my bedroom door back in the socket and sets me free. I call my date, who doesn't pick up the phone. I leave her a message saying I can explain, give me a call but she doesn't. After sending her a text and an email the next day I convinced her into meeting me for coffee so I could explain. She was barely making eye contact and not happy as I started telling the story but started giggling as it went out and was laughing hysterically by the end. I told her she could ask the security guard to vouch for me if she needed to but she said she believed me and we had our "Valentine's Day" the next weekend instead.

Fast forward to today I sold the condo, we bought a house together and I always keep my cellphone in my pocket. And don't close the bedroom door if I really don't have to.

P.S. - Pics to come when I get a chance

Are you guy married now?

Haha !
That story made me laugh.

Originally Posted by Aznsilvrboy

Are you guy married now?

Nope, just common law but very much in love. Funny, that's what my family keeps asking too, lol.

Was she dissappointed that you couldn't bang very hard?

Hehe just kidding - Good story. Same thing happened to me as a kid, except I was obviously living at home with my parents, and wasn't waiting for a date. I mom slid me bread and sliced cheese under the door to eat, and I got out the next morning. It was pretty funny.

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