Driving Lessons as an Anniversary Gift?

Story Sent in by Bruce:

Amanda and I met on a dating site. We talked for a few weeks, and liked each other enough to plan a date. We agreed to meet up in the indoor parking lot of a local superstore.

Apparently, one of us (she'd say me) misunderstood precisely where we were going to meet, because I found myself wandering the indoor lot, on my cell phone with a bad signal, trying to find where she had parked.

I took it in stride, and finally told her to meet me in front of the store, which is what we should've done in the first place.

"That's fine," she said, over the phone, "I'm going to pull out of my spot and park closer to the entrance, then."

"Sounds great," I said, as I was walking down a line of vehicles. All of a sudden, the SUV I walked past jerked backward and smashed right into me.

It didn't hit me hard, but it was enough to knock me off my feet and send me to the ground. The driver jumped out and ran to my side. It was Amanda herself.

She apologized over and over, offered to take me to a hospital, offered to take me home, offered to buy me anything I needed, and offered to pay for any treatment I'd need.

I was a bit bruised, but otherwise okay. I took her up on a ride home, and she cooked me dinner in my own kitchen and we even watched a movie together.

So she hit me with her SUV on a first date. I'll never let her live it down, but in eventual revenge, I asked her to be my girlfriend, and I'm proud to say that we're still together.