When I first met my better half, he took me to see his sisters pony as he knew I loved horses, being enthusiastic I didn't wait to see where the gate to the field was, and attempted to climb over it, and put my foot on a piece of wood the other side which gave way and I my shins came crashing down on the thick plank of wood. I got up, looked around me to check no one was watching, and carried on walking around the field (less enthusiastically) trying to pretend I was ok. However, after this he took me to a café in some beautiful woodlands, and by this time my shins were in absolute agony and I'd developed a limp. I then had to tell him what I had done, for which he responded in kind by laughing. Needless to say the end of the day my shins were swollen black and blue, though my pride may have hurt a little more :)
Lol! Nice.