Dont have a partner now but at Glastonbury festival, I was wrecked and I needed the loo esperately, I couldnt wait in the queue so my friend and I headed for some wooded ground. It was a baking hot summer so the ground was all dry apart from this area which was like a swamp where I assume all the guys had been nipping in. As I headed in rather drunkenly, I squatted to pee and slipped in all the mud, urine cocktail and proceeded to pee myself and cry at the same time. My friend wouldnt help, grabbed a passing guy and sent him in to help me. So in walked the scruffy haired adonis, he helped me up,. took me back to his campervan (he was a posh festival going hippy) and sorted me out with a bacon sandwich and a solar shower. We stayed together almost joint at the hip for 8 months, then he went off to be a marine biologist in mexio : (.