TLDR- Bones were broken and cops got called

I have been using Tinder for around a year and a half. The app has created memories that will stay with me for life. It has enabled me to meet some great girls, some interesting girls and the girl from my most recent date, who is in a league of her own. As I write this, I am still in disbelief about how this date went and I sit here wondering if I have had one of the worst dates of all time. The night started off the same way that any normal date would go. We met up at a local bar to grab a beer and get to know each other. We ordered our first beer and everything seemed to be fine. Then, she ordered a shot of whisky. That first shot turned into a second shot, then a third, fourth and a fifth. We walked to another bar and I assumed she would simply order a beer and calm down a bit. Nope, more and more shots were being ordered. This girl was drinking like a camel at a watering hole. She was getting completely obliterated. I was very concerned about how she would get some safely, but she kept assuring me that she had someone who was picking her up. It is now getting pretty late and I wanted to go home. The only problem was, this person giving her a ride never showed up. I told her that it looked like nobody was coming, so we need to find you another way home. She laughs and tells me that she is driving home. Of course I said hell no to that and explained to her that she has four options: 1. I take her home 2. I call a taxi or Uber 3. I call one of her friends 4. I call the police. Once again, she laughs and says she is driving home. After a bit of bickering back and forth, I went and got the bartender for help. The bartender tried to help me talk some sense into her and she seemed to be going along with what we were saying. She even agreed to let me call a taxi for her. I was relieved that the problem seemed to be solved and progress was being made. I reached down for my phone to call the taxi. As I looked down at the screen, I heard her scoot her chair back and then looked up to see my date running as fast as her high heels would take her out of the bar. I then leapt up and ran after her. I was in hot pursuit and gaining on her quickly. The people watching must have thought I was a creep trying to assault some poor girl. Fortunately, drunk girls in heels do not run at gazelle like speed. I caught up and put my arms around her to hold her in one place. I took out my phone and immediately called 911. As we were sitting there waiting for the cops, she tried to make out with me. As you do while waiting for cops to show up. The officers came up and explained that they did not want to get her in any trouble. They simply asked her to get in the car with me and let me take her home. She agreed and walked to my car with me. We got in and drove with her crying in the passenger seat and giving me directions. The directions she was giving me did not seem to make sense. We were going away from the direction that she said she lived in. I decided to keep going with her directions and figured everything would be ok. I thought the action was over for the night. Nope. She decided to jump out of my car while it was moving. She took a nasty fall but got up and booked it to start round two of “Chase the Drunk Girl.” I went and grabbed her and laid her on the ground with me staying on top of her to keep her in place. I got out my phone and called the cops once again. As we were waiting, she started saying that she thought she broke a bone (I won’t say which one because that could give away her identity). The cops showed up then the paramedics to check out the broken bone. It turns out she did break it when she jumped out. Even though this girl had clearly lost, she was still putting up a fight. She refused to give contact info for her parents. She refused to let anybody give her a ride anywhere. She was still trying to get up and walk to her car to drive home. You do have to admire the determination. The date ended with her parents coming to pick her up to go to the hospital and me going home with a story of a lifetime. Thanks Tinder.