Car Accidents and Karma

My co-worker and I were talking about car accidents and bad luck which made me remember the worst car accident of my life.

It was a cold Sunday morning in January of 2011. I had just picked up this guy from his hotel whom I has recently started seeing. We met on this desi matrimonial website. He had driven some hours just to come spend some time with me that weekend.

The night before we had gone to a Mystery Theater Dinner. You know, those "Who Done It" dinners where the guests play along with the cast. I had told him to plan our date and I was impressed a Mystery Dinner Theater thing is what he had in mind. Ironically enough, my date turned out to be the killer. Lol. Sidenote: I should have known this just the beginning of my of out of the ordinary experiences with this guy.
 
On the way back to the his hotel, since my car was at the hotel where he was staying (we took one car to dinner) he asked me drive his car since he was tired. I knew this was a mistake. I don't like driving other people's cars. Usually it's because I don't trust myself with other peoples cars. Of course I drove cautiously trying to avoid any potential disaster that my klutzy self could cause. So once we made it back to the hotel in one piece I was happy.

The next morning is when the drama unfolded. I had gone to pick him up for brunch. I decided I would drive since a) he did not know the area very well and b) he drove us around the day before. We were having a conversation when suddenly at a green light I noticed the car in front of me was stopped. I made a quick judgment call and slammed on the breaks. I thought we were safe until seconds later I heard a crash. Great, the car behind me ending up rear ending me and in turn I hit the stopped car in front of me.

I wanted to cry. I was five  minutes away from home and I was in a car with a guy I barely knew and I was in a car accident. The first thought that went through my mind? Karma is a B and my parents had no idea I just spent the morning with a guy. Let alone the car accident report that is going to to go to my insurance company is going to list all the passengers in my car. My life as I know it is officially over. My parents are going to kill me...how am I going to explain this one?

I guess looking back now it's a funny story to tell but when you were going through the motions of it - yeah not so much. I remember he was trying to be nice because he saw I was jolted and offered to write down all my information when the cop showed up and we exchanged info with the other drivers. In an effort to hold back tears I somehow managed to crack a smile because this dude who I just met yesterday in person didn't even know my date of birth of how to spell my last name and here he was helping me exchange my personal information to the cops.

When you have to sneak around and date guys because you know your family would not approve of your lifestyle your natural reaction is to panic when your two worlds come colliding. I don't think my parents ever found out there who the person in the car with me was. I think I had brushed it off as "it was a friend or a co-worker" or something to that extent. I took care of all the dealings with the insurance company so no one else had to know about my little secret. 

For the longest time I felt so bad even though I didn't cause the accident, I felt horrible that this how our first encounter ended, with a car accident and that he was a part of it. He knew I took it too hard and he tried to calm me down. Yeah, that didn't work.

If that wasn't bad enough, that night when he had left my friend called me. She said wanted to talk about the "big elephant in the room". I was wondering how she found out about my car accident since I hadn't had a chance to talk about it yet. Well it turns out that she called to see how I was feeling knowing my ex-bf had just gotten married a month before.
Apparently she discovered this news on Facebook. You know, the dude who went back home and got married. I wasn't aware yet because he had blocked me on Facebook.

LOL, oh the irony. If she only knew the day I had been having. That wedding was the least of my worries that day.

P.S That guy who was involved in the crash with me - was none other than Mr. NYC. 

Yup, that was our first encounter. And to this day he doesn't let me forget about the car accident!!! He even brought it up when I saw him last month.