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Clingy Dude Can't Take a Hint, Is Trying to Find a Girl He Met Drunk Who Is Clearly Avoiding Him

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Gawker - A man in search of the ultimate meet-cute story has taken to Facebook in the hopes of finding a woman he met last New Year’s Eve after they both got lost. “I was just walking around and admiring the lights and found this girl just crying on the side of the road,” Reese McKee, 25, of Wellington, told the New Zealand Herald. “I went and tried to help her out. She was lost. She’d lost all her friends.” Both Reese and his newfound friend were in Hong Kong to watch 2012 turn into 2013. After he cheered her up with his “undeniably bad sense of humour,” Reese and the woman went out drinking and eventually reconnected with her friends. The party went on until 6 a.m., when Reese and his New Year’s Eve parted ways. Before disappearing into the dawn, however, she left Reese with her name (Katie), her hometown (Washington D.C.), her photo, and a simple request: “Find me.” He tried, but all his efforts were in vain. When he first turned to Facebook back in June, that too was a bust. He decided to try again this week. “I think this time of year people have hope for the magic (of Christmas),” Reese said. With over 4,000 people joining the search, Reese hopes to accomplish his goal of reuniting with Katie just before midnight on New Year’s Eve. “While the main aim of this event has been to reconnect with the now infamous ‘Katie’, it’s also about me, finding myself and who I know I can be,” Reese writes in his latest Facebook status update.

Oh come on man, have a little self respect! This is 2013, if “Katie” wanted to talk to you, she would have when you launched your international campaign to find her way back in June. When we send out the smoke patrol for a chick at a college football game, we have name, date of birth, facebook profile, and social security number before the stroke of midnight. So can you not take a hint you wacko? You got the equivalent of a fake number, she just wasn’t digging it, you have to move on. You live in New Zealand and she lives in DC, so what are you even clamoring on about anyway? That sounds fun, a 10,000 mile long distance relationship. Gotta let it go. I do feel a little bad for him, because it is a pretty shitty feeling when you’re thinking the chick is in love with you but then you catch the early flight home from San Diego and a couple of nude people jump out of your bathroom blindfolded like a goddamn magic show ready to double team your girlfriend, so to speak. What you have to do is stop being a Clingy McClingerson, grab some Fireball, go to the bar, and find yourself a new Katie.