You whine and complain until he gives up and takes you home.
You go along with it, even though you'd much rather be at a nice hotel, because it makes him happy.
You stay but play all helpless even though you were a Girl Scout.
You thrill at the idea and the two of you have a wonderful weekend together.
Scream and run from the bar while calling 911 on your cellphone.
You jump on the man's back while yelling at your man to hit him!
You tell your man that he doesn't have to prove himself a man by hitting anyone. You tell him it's time to leave.
You scream and immediately get upset because somebody's beer splashed your new outfit and yell at your man for getting blood on your shoes.
You act excited and compliment him so as to not hurt his feelings even as smoke bellows from the oven when he opens the door.
You screw up your face and tell him that everything is a mess and the food smells terrible, then suggest a restaurant.
You scream and rush from the house while calling 911 on your cellphone.
You smile, roll up your sleeves and ask what you can do to help out.
You change it yourself and drive on.
You call for roadside assistance, after all, that's what it's for.
You call your man for advice because you know it makes him feel like he's your hero.
You call a taxi, leave the car and let someone else take care it later.