Ah! Yeah yeah, I forgot the screwdriver. Nuts, I *knew* I could never be a man.

Because I am a man I must recall every victory my rugby/football/cricket team has ever achieved in team history, but manage every year to forget the date of my loved one's birthday. Because I am a man I am also completely oblivious to the signal clues around me-- cake inscribed with 'happy birthday', cards, flowers, more phone calls than usual.