I slipped and fell on my head on our first date, because of the beer he spilled on granite floors. I was laughing out of embarrassment and couldn't get up; he was just laughing at me. He eventually got me up, gave me a hug, and escorted me away from the crowd that was asking me if I was ok and also laughing at me at the same time as soon as they saw me cracking up. He still brings it up and makes fun of me. Good bonding moment though.
I went to his place without telling him I was coming over. I thought it would be a nice surprise. He looked at me like I was a stalker!