Yeah, that #5 did not kick in one bit with ex #1. She had no woman instincts. I'm so happy I had nothing but a shotgun and a 30-30, and she had no clue how to load them, let alone shoot them. She knew which end of the knife to use, though! A beer glass made a little mess on the left side of my face once, too. No scars or stitches, just cuts and bandaids. She couldn't make a sandwich even if you started her out with the bread, mustard, and lunch meat.