It was New Year’s Eve, 2003.
I met her for the first time a week ago, when we crashed a friend’s girls night out, Dec 23rd. She was my friends friend. She was tall, had long curly hair, gorgeous light brown eyes and the cutest dimple when she smiled.
When we were leaving, she sat in the front seat of my car. She was slightly drunk as she flirted with me. Since I had a car full of friends, I dropped her home, without a chance to get her number.
I wanted to see her again and somehow managed to get her number from my friend. After thinking it over a million times, I finally picked up the phone, along with a lot of courage and asked her out for coffee. She agreed!
Coffee was followed by a movie, which was followed by dinner, it was a phenomenal week. Since we were having a wonderful time, we decided to spend New Year’s together; since we both had other plans we had already committed to, we planned to meet after midnight.
I picked her up about a hour past midnight, she was looking gorgeous and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. As we were driving, a car came speeding from behind and clipped our car as it overtook us from the left. Both of us were unharmed, but definitely shaken, so I pulled over.
The other car also came to a screeching halt about 100 meters ahead and two tall bulky men got out. After examining the damage to his car the driver started to head towards us angrily.
She urged me not to get out; frankly I wasn’t planning to, but now that she had suggested it, I didn’t want to come across as a sissy, so I got out and started to walk towards him.
As I was walking towards him, I could feel an adrenaline rush. A million things were going through my mind, it wasn’t my fault, he overtook me from the wrong side, he must pay for his mistake; it doesn’t really matter who’s fault it is, he’s much bigger than I am; is there anyone that I can call for help? what is the number for the police?
As I got closer, before I could say something, he swung out his hand towards me and said “Dada, Happy New Year!!”