dallas, sf

"Valentine's Day, 1990 - NYC: I went out with some random girl that I met in one of my classes. Cute... not bright... perfect. So, being broke college students, we opt for an open bar party at some NYU bar called Peggy Sue Got Married. After 17 snakebites and some inappropriate and ill-advised groping at the bar - we decide that food is in order. We head out to some diner close to my apartment...
We cross the street towards the diner and she's about a half step behind me...next thing I hear is WHAM!!! a cab slams into her, she rolls off the hood and is laying on the street as the cab speeds off. A crowd gathers and somebody says that they got the license plate of the cab - I sober up instantly and run to the bar on the corner to call 911 (pre-cell phones - yes, I'm old). The police and ambulance arrive and we head out to St. Vincent's... I spend the next 6 hours in the emergency room getting the shit kicked outta me by her insane room-mate from Staten Island who, for some unknown reason thinks this is myfault... or at the very least, thinks that I should have been the one hit instead of her.
She ends up being fine - no broken bones, just some serious bruises and a nice cut on her forehead where skull met hood ornament.
Let's just say, it's a good thing she got hit by that cab or I would've had to sleep with her.
Probably my best Valentine's Day date ever."