I had gone on numerous dates with this young lady in college. She was amazingly attractive and had the hair of a lioness. It was voluminous and blonde. The only red flag I'd so far received was that she ran cross country so I knew her to have masochistic tendencies. She was also my TA in a class. I worked as a tutor at my university, and so did she, I noted that her table moved next to mine and her hours changed to be the exact same as mine so I knew things were going well. Then came Halloween.
We went as a couple with a shared couple's costume idea. Things went great, she met the majority of my friends and everybody liked her. Then, at 6 AM after a wild night of partying she invites me to her apartment "for breakfast" this is clearly code.
After a small talk about our sexual histories, we start making out, no breakfast. She is on top of me, and after a few minutes, I start to pull her shirt off, thinking that's a reasonable escalation of this encounter. She then leans back, flips her voluminous hair to the side, and says "What do you think about boxing?"
I respond with a twisted look on my face and stammer out "What do you mean like boxing or violence in general?" to which she responded "Look, I'm going to be straight with you, this isn't going any further unless you hit me."
I retort without thinking that I wasn't going to hit her.
At that very moment she sucker punches me in the mouth as hard as she can. Now, if you've never been hit in the face so hard that you lose teeth, this is vaguely what it feels like. First the familiar sweet taste of blood filled my mouth, and then the sensation a sort of grainy sand like texture. I grabbed her by the arms and threw her off of me and spat the remnants of the tooth behind my upper left k-9 and blood all over her white carpet, and literally ran out of the apartment. Thus ended the worst date ever.