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Worried that my leg would seize up over the next two and a half hours, I had to keep surreptitiously doing some stretches I remembered from a Tracey Anderson exercise DVD to check it was still working.It was all very romantic (that, and the fact that we were watching a film about a horse dying on the battlefield of World War One). Boys may come and go, but the Green Cross Code is forever.When a car hits you, your life really does flash before your eyes, and I remember having vague thoughts along the lines of ‘Is this what dying feels like? Luckily, I got up and – aside from some minor-to-moderate pain in my leg – seemed mostly in working order, though slightly shaken up. Iceland did his public service by checking I wasn’t entirely dead, then drove off once I had moved from the road.
We were only meant to be having a quick coffee but he immediately launched into a rant about how terrible his life was now. There was pus he explained, and did I want to see it? Needless to say I wish I'd never met up with him. We met in front of the student union as he was trying to get people to sign up for mailing lists, and some how I ended up signing up for a date. Skip ahead a couple of days and I’m late for an important lecture and I had to floor my 1.1 Kia Picanto after my spa treatment ran over.When I was 19, I went on date with a French guy I had met in an East London bar days before - but didn’t really speak to all that much.1.) He was from Paris and my shallow teen heart obviously translated this as automatically ‘deep’, intelligent and romantic and therefore great date material 2.) He was a musician.We got on really well during our first date, and I didn’t even mind when he insisted that we take it in turns to buy drinks.But then when it was time to leave, I ordered an Uber to take me home, and he got in, asking if he could share the taxi (even though we live nowhere near each other).