In 1989 I had a date with a guy that worked at a 24 hour gym I visited. As we walked to his apartment I picked up on a vibe that gave me the impression that he was thinking "You're a bitch and I hope something really bad happens to you." I didn't trust that instinct though, and continued walking with him. We arrived at his apartment and he fed me some type of strudel. Strawberry I think.
In his living room I noticed that vibe again, and again paid no heed to my instinct. The date ended, and I got on my bicycle to head home. I found myself going through red lights in the rain, and heard my voice in my head say "If you don't snap out of it you're going to get creamed!"
I had no connection to anyone to care what happened to me, and I didn't understand psychology enough to know the value in caring about myself regardless. I was hypnotized by my date's malicious vibe, and had no sense of connection to pull me out of the trance. I kept running red lights.
Eventually I was going down a steep hill, and saw a taxi coming from my right. I decided that if I tried to swerve out of its way I might find myself under it with a broken spinal cord like a boyfriend I'd had. So I went straight into the taxi's path, sensing that it would hit me below my spine that way.
I ended up with a broken tibia/fibula. My right calf, just above the ankle. I had an unbroken litre glass bottle of coke in my purse.
My date came to see me in the hospital. He jerked off, standing beside my bed.
When I got out of the hospital I went on another date with him, at a restaurant. It was there I finally trusted my instinct and said "I don't think you're parents really loved you." He answered "I beg your pardon?" I walked out on my crutches.