Bad dates are good material.

I went to prom with a guy my gym teacher set me up with. (First mistake.) After the dance, we left for an afterparty at his best friend’s house, which was in the neighborhood. I normally wear a seat belt, but it was just two blocks and the car was packed, so I decided to forgo it. In an attempt at coolness, my date decided to slam on the accelerator, hit the breaks, and pull the emergency break at the same time, which sent our car flying into a ditch at 30mph. When I opened my eyes, I was in the back seat…yet I had broken the windshield into a spider web with my head. Miraculously, I was fine and, weirdly, so was my prom hair.