This chapter brings back some memories. When I started dating my wife, she once asked me to do something similar: I would lean forward while she held my hands behind my back to stop me from falling face-first. I’m pretty tall at 1.97 meters, and she’s only 1.61 meters. Well, as soon as I started leaning, I knew she couldn’t hold me up. Luckily, there was a table in front of me, so I quickly pulled her with me and ended up resting my face on the table.