to ask if you've ever twisted your ankle and then snogged the gentleman who rushes to your assistance?

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I never have but it seems to be a well-used romantic set up on TV and in films. That Marianne in Sense and Sensibility went for the double whammy, she twisted her ankle and got caught in the rain before that bounder Willoughby rushed along to save her. If I twisted my ankle I'd be too busying yelling 'Ow, ow, my fucking ankle. The bastarding thing has twisted. Ow, ow'.

Maybe I'd be too self-involved to recognise it as a prime snogging opportunity.

I have as a matter of fact, in a nightclub when I was 18. He was lovely. Brings back memories

Well sort of yes.

But I was pissed and would probably have snogged him anyway, regardless of the fact I did literally fall at his feet

That's almost how I met my DH - except I broke my ankle and he came to the hospital with me in the ambulance.

Only time I've done that I got carried home by a passing strange man - but I was only around 7 possibly 8.

My friends accompanied me - but parents were still annoyed with me that I accepted help.

I have been missing opportunities!

No. I'm not graceful enough to fall delicately at the feet of a handsome gent. I'm more of a skirt-over-head-coffee-down-the-front kind of girl...

Yes, but l was 16 and drunk

Yes, but I was already married to him, not sure if that counts. He did leave me on the floor for a few minutes before coming to help me (I'm very clumsy and slightly dramatic) but was very good once he realised I was genuinely hurt.

I fell in the street & twisted my ankle back in January. I was very touched that four total strangers stopped to help me up & make sure I was OK.

Sadly, none of them were remotely snoggable.

To add insult to injury I discovered I'd landed in a pile of dog shit, so any pretence at being ladylike and dignified went out of the window. I swore very loudly and then burst into tears.

So if a lovely gentleman had happened to come along, I wasn't very snoggable either

You're right Drama, dog shit definitely doesn't feature in this scenario. Neither does having to choose between your four knights!

Just as well really if they were all mingers.

I always do this. It's just good manners.

When I have twisted my ankles (and at one point in my early 20s, this was an annoyingly common occurrence, which took years to sort out,) it never happened in front of anyone who was at all inclined to assist me, whether snoggable or not.

This makes me want to throw myself off a small step. So romantic

No - I am not elegant enough in my accidents.

I once tripped over the garden hose when the oil delivery man was here.
I caught my foot on it, sort of bowled along the driveway flipped over, crashed onto my bum and flopped backwards banging my head on the garage door.

He just stared at me in amazement, then said 'are you alright ?' So I struggled to my feet and said 'oh yes, I'm fine' as if it were my normal way of getting from A to B.

He made no attempt to snog me

That was rude of him Kurri. Especially after all the effort you made to lure him into a snog.

Lol - just waiting for DH to get home and I will try it !!!!

So I struggled to my feet and said 'oh yes, I'm fine' as if it were my normal way of getting from A to B.

Maybe if you'd sobbed prettily into a lace-edged handkerchief?

I actually did twist my ankle the other day, or rather I turned on my ankle while coming down the steps of an apartment building I was visiting.
No one was around to see for which I was grateful. It wasn't graceful and I swore

I'm totally going to give this a try. I can't be any less successful than I already am. I rarely sprain things in public places but I must try harder. My social life demands it!

I picked up someone once with a sprained ankle. We did not snog, 99% because we were married to other people, and 1% because he was an anaesthetist and might untraceably kill me during my next arthroscopiy.

I have always wanted to be born aloft and carried off by a roguish scoundrel. Has never happened to me - alas!

yeah...Matt.....I still have very fond memories of Matt picking me up off the floor and whispering 'you're a useless twat' in my ear. it was proper romantic.

Ahh this will be why I'm single then - my ankles are unfortunately resolutely sturdy & untwisted.

Update on my attempt at faking it when DH got home ... Started well, then I got the giggles and it kinda went down hill from then ! Did get a snog though - so still a result I'd say !!!