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.

No.

Nor have I PRETENDED to twist my ankle in order to encourage said gentleman to rush to my rescue.

No but when I was a student I snogged an on duty policeman in a patrol car who gave me and a friend lift home.

We had to get out of the taxi as she was feeling sick. The police car pulled over to check if we were OK and offered us a lift. When we got home I leant over to give the guy a thank you kiss (not sure why - blame the alcohol) and we ended up having a full on snog. His colleague and my friend were both a bit stunned.

Yes when I was 17, but it wasn't terribly romantic! I doubt anyone in a Jane Austin novel ever got pissed on Hoopers Hooch and fell off a kerb into the gutter outside a dodgy nightclub in Leeds! He didn't scoop me up either, more hauled me up by hooking his arms under my armpits.

No. But in my early 20s damaged my leg quite badly falling off a motorbike in Ibiza. Once back in UK went to a mate's party and my leg was aching, so when a guy asked me to dance I said "No" but we got chatting and I told him why Id said No. Later on he helped me to get home safely. Despite bad leg within a couple of days were were having rampant sex most days for the next year or so. Does that count?

I had a man pick me up and carry me back to the shop I worked in when I stepped off the kerb and right royally buggered my ankle up, when he asked if I need help I just said could he help me back to where I worked thinking he would just give me an arm to cling onto whilst I hopped along, but nope he swept me up into his arms and carried me in and deposited me in the armchair we had for customers, but sadly dear reader I did not snog nor marry him, as I was already married and I was also dying of embarrassment.

Ahhh....how I wish I was still light enough to be swept up, carried and deposited in an armchair....sigh...
The only time I have fallen over in the street, I was assisted by an extremely elderly couple who were walking behind me as I executed the best 'I've got this, I'm not going to fall, I've got this' stagger' and then promptly pitched face forward, glasses flying off, shopping bags flying, knees cracking on concrete. It all happened in a kind of slow-motion, I heard the elderly lady say 'oh, my goodness' during my descent.
I even had to do the old person thing (I'm only 48)where you sit there dazed for a while whilst helpers gather round and people gawp from across the road. A nice PCSO ran over to help me up, but sadly no snogging attempt was made. I put this down to the fact he did not want to shock the elderly couple

The only time I've really and truly twatted my ankle was, and if I didn't have witnesses I wouldn't believe me either, in the middle of another accident.
A poor woman had been hit by a speeding driver as she stepped off the pavement (on a road at the back of all the big shops that exited the carpark, it really wasn't her fault), we and a lot of other people had seen this and belted over to get her help. Dh is a paramedic so told me to grab his bag from the boot. Which would have been fine if it hadn't unbalanced me so much that what should have been just a small trip sent me flying, face first and at some speed, eventually coming to a stop only because I wrapped myself around the front end of a parked transit van.
I did an heroic bag thrust from my tangled heap and squeaked a small "I'm fine, look after her" and sat in a daze like a lemon while the actual victim was sorted out and then packed off in an ambulance.

Once everyone had dispersed dh thought I was just sitting out of the way, looked a bit shocked when he saw my face and I had to very sheepishly admit I actually rather hurt. We ended up following to the same A&E where it was discovered I'd broken my ankle, had a black eye and half a face full of tarmac. The kicker is that the poor woman bulldozed by the car was, thank God, OK with only minor injuries and her suspected broken arm was actually very nasty soft tissue damage.
I'm very grateful that her story in the paper had not a whisper of knobend here doing a prat fall in the background.
I did get plenty of snogs but quite honestly they didn't really make up for it!
I'm glad there are some successful stories but on reflection I think that as you can't guarantee the severity of any injury or indeed the presence of dog shit that it is a risky and probably best avoided strategy. If he wasn't already married to me I don't think I'd have been getting much in the way of a come on that day!

No but you've made we want to watch Sense and Sensibility again! :)

I twisted my ankle and broke my toe on a drunken night out and DP shouted at me because I dropped his kebab in the road....Now that's romance for you!

Bernard, that's a bleedin' awesome story though!

I kissed the bloke who got my car going in -7 degree weather and half a foot of snow. He was a dishy Croat security man from my office.