First Broken Bone
I met this guy at a local coffee shop. He was really cute and seemed nice. We started hanging out and talking about how we didn't want relationships, but really wanted sex. So, we decided who better than someone you already know? One night, we went driving in his car looking for a place to park and had a wreck. We hit a ditch so hard that it threw me into the dashboard and broke my arm. What was funny was the fact that it was my first broken bone ever. As soon as I told him that, he felt really bad and guilty. But, it didn't stop him from going back to his home state.
— Sue, 36