I have way too many to list, so I'll just pick one from this year. On my second date with my fiance, we were walking back to his truck which was parked in a parking deck that was undergoing renovations. The heel of my stiletto found a hole in the concrete, and I fell. Luckily, I caught myself before my face smashed into the floor, but I tore my stockings, scuffed my shoes and scraped the palms of my hands. I was more worried about whether anyone else saw me than how badly I was hurt.