I fell flat on my back once into a small but deep depression in such a way that my hands, in their trekking pole straps, became trapped underneath me. I was utterly helpless to get up. (Okay, I could have eventually wriggled my way out, but.....) My girlfriend had to pull me up.
Doug, how would your "nagging feminine side" have helped you in a situation like that? If you were trapped, you just might nag yourself to death!!
@ Juston Taul:
"Yes, but there's just something about him. Something around the eyes, I don't know, reminds me of... me. No. I'm sure of it, I hate him."