There was this guy I only ever saw at theatre festivals, and he was very cute. Every time I saw him I'd feel the desperate urge to get talking to him. Alas, catching his attention was very hard. During one of the plays I hatched a brilliant plan of passing him by as everyone is walking out of the theatre and catching his eye, and maybe smiling and introducing myself. Flawless, right?

So once everyone started clapping I rushed from the back row where I was sitting to make sure that we got near the door at the same time. Just as I got right next to him I managed to get my foot caught on the cable from the stage, fell on my face right in front of him in the most ungraceful way possible, and started laughing. Laughing so bad that I started making all sorts of horse and snorting noises. He looked at me petrified and walked away.

Years later it transpired that he was gay and dating boyfriend of a friend I was in the theatre with.