You were at your boyfriend's soccer game, eagerly waiting by your car for him to emerge from the locker room after his team's victory. As his teammates left one by one, you decided to walk in and find him. And there he was, sitting on the bench, manspreading, with a look of distress on his face. "Baby, come here, please," he called out, his voice pleading for your assistance. It seemed that he was facing a rather big problem.