Ice, Ice Baby

The night of my fourth date with a guy I really liked came after a bad snowstorm. He pulled up in front of my dorm room to pick me up, and as I was walking out to his car, I slipped on the ice and fell down. It appeared I’d merely fallen on my butt and so he didn’t get out to help me up, but rather stayed in the car laughing. I was too embarrassed to admit that I’d actually hit my head really hard on the curb. I went through the rest of the date – which included dinner at a nice restaurant and seeing a play – feeling dizzy with a throbbing head. When the night was over, he dropped me back off at my dorm, and as I got out of the car, I slipped again, and cut my ankle on the ice. This time he did get out of the car and helped me get inside, and in spite of my clumsiness, we continued to date for over a year. He did have to drive me the emergency room a few days later, however, because of the concussion I received on that date.


