Not me, but my ex.
I was a skateboarder, she was into those new-fangled rollerblade things.

I was a lot better skateboarder than she was a rollerblader.

I went to see her in the first couple of weeks of her starting university, and we visited a nice park together for some skating.

Afterwards, we rolled down the hill towards home. We picked up speed, and as we got to the corner, I rounded it easily, with style, and also with grace.

She, however, went into the wall like a fucking cartoon - SPLAT - arms and legs splayed, probably a clang, and sat down heavily. I rushed to her and helped her up - fuck it was an impressive slam!

She was alright, but did manage to give herself a significant black eye, and graze her nose a bit, and generally look a bit facially sore.

Which made it all the more fun the next day, when we went to visit her friends.

"This is my boyfriend, A Vagabond."

"Yeah, whatever. You OK, babes? You know where I am if you want to talk about anything at all, right?"
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 28 Nov 2013, 16:08, 1 reply)

Unfortunately I am familiar with that....
My wife has a disease that is slowly removing her peripheral vision, and tends to trip on stuff a bit, add to that some steroidal meds that make her bruise easily. Her doctor is well aware, but you get the looks at every govt department, or specialist, along with "are you sure you want your husband to come in?"
(M61A1 CUPID- STUNTS, Fri 29 Nov 2013, 7:56, closed)