Crush story: when I was a teenager my friends would play this game to see how far you could drive (through our town at night) without stopping. One time we played while my crush was driving everyone home from whichever park and/or target parking lot we had been loitering in that evening. And it was about to be my house and my 15yo brain decided that I could impress this young lad by jumping out of the car while it was moving. So that the game wasn’t ruined and I looked…cool? Anyway, I followed through but didn’t go far enough so the car actually ran over my foot and broke it. Luckily, I was a 15yo suburban teenage girl in the mid-aughts wearing combat boots and the break wasn’t terrible. But he still did not return my crush so I was super embarrassed and didn’t even tell my parents. Just wore super tight shoes for like a year because WebMD said that’s the way professionals handle broken feet. It still sometimes pops out of place. Cut to 13 years later, I was almost 28 and fully over this crush and knew I made some poor choices that evening. But then I saw him again at a neighborhood thing over a winter break and he had aged like a fine wine. 10/10 would jump out of a moving car for that man again.
I’m fucking in love with you
