Bad dates are good material.

After having a nice coffee date we proceeded to leave the restaurant and he began walking me to my car. I reached the top of the concrete stairs outside and hit a patch of black ice, and I feel down hard, face-first. Sitting up in shock and embarrassment, I tried to act casual, but there was blood running down my face and he just stood there looking at me. I knew I had a concussion and asked him to call an ambulance for me and they carted me off to the hospital alone. Later that night he texted to see if I was okay. I said yes and asked if he’d like to get together with me when I was feeling less clumsy and he never responded! As if the bruises weren’t insult enough.