No...my boyfriend back then was ridiculously jealous of the dude who owned the dive shop I worked with just north of Clearwater. He was jealous I got the job of dive assistant, mostly because I already knew how to pilot a boat, swam like a fish, had adventure tourism experience. Glen really really wanted a girl on the team to make seasick chicken liver-ed wives enjoy the scuba experience too. Anyway, our last big blowout fight over this ended with this jerk knocking some of my teeth loose and me breaking his ribs when I threw him into the kitchen table. His momma wanted to press charges, so I ran home to my momma before I got arrested and have been in southwestern Virginia ever since.