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bo the bailer, girlfriend hit by foul ball after boyfriend ducksThis week Sara Saco-Vertiz jumped on "The Early Show" to talk about dumping her boyfriend, now nicknamed "Bo the Bailer" after he ducked a foul ball and let it hit her instead.

Though she assured host Harry Smith, who ribbed Bo, that it had nothing to do with Bo's duck-and-cover maneuver.

Sure, Sara, we believe you. We also believe that the thought probably didn't cross your mind that maybe this guy wasn't the best person to be taking your future kids to the ballpark.

So, we had to ask ourselves: Would we dump a wuss?

It turned out that in our pasts, three of us had dealt with feats of less-than-manliness when danger lurked, and today, only one of us remains with the guy who beat a quick retreat.

In my case, I had been married for approximately 72 hours when my husband showed me a side of himself that somehow hadn't emerged during our 10-year courtship. Though he has since changed his lily-livered ways, his failure to act did make me think twice at the time. After the jump, three tales that might make you contemplate dating women.

And a video of Bo in ... inaction.

"Lions and Tigers and ... Wait, Where'd My Husband Go?!"
Who it happened to: Liz, 33

Todd and I were on our honeymoon, deep in the wilds of South Africa's Kruger National Park, enjoying the first night of our safari. The camp had set up a candlelit dinner in front of our tent, which was a good 10-minute walk from the main lodge.

As we clinked our glasses for a toast, I heard a slight rustle in the bushes a few feet from where we were sitting. As luck would have it, our guard -- equipped with a rifle in case any big game got a little too curious -- had just left for the lodge to take a quick bathroom break. Before leaving, he'd handed my husband a small foghorn, which we were to blast repeatedly if, say, a lioness happened to show up for table scraps.

He was gone for about two minutes when a second rustle registered from the bushes. This time, whatever was making the sound was definitely closer to us. My husband looked at me wide-eyed and asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, "Did you hear that?"

"Yeah, it's probably just a small critter," I replied, as a third rustle now resonated directly from behind our tent.

Before I could register the fourth rustle, my husband jumped to his feet, blew the horn, ran for our tent, and zipped it shut in about 15 seconds flat. There was just one problem: I was on the other side of the tent, the side with what we imagined to be a giant, hungry lion, saliva dripping from its fangs. Needless to say, the rest of the night did not go as planned. If I could have banished him to the couch, I would have.

"Please Don't Litter" Causes Him to Skitter
Who it happened to: Erin, 26

I'm not a a fan of littering, and I'm not afraid to call people out when they throw their trash on the ground. It's rude, it's gross and it's ugly.

So, when I was at a park with my then-boyfriend and we saw an SUV speed by and throw a bunch of Burger King trash out of the passenger window, my first reaction was to shout, "Don't litter, a**holes!" A minute later, the car braked and reversed back toward us. There was a man driving and a woman sitting shotgun, and she wanted to fight. She started yelling:

Her: F**k you for cursing at me! What if I had kids in the car, b*tch?!
Me: Well, shouldn't you be teaching your kids good habits?

My boyfriend, who had started backing up and distancing himself from me the second we saw the white taillights, was now a good distance behind me. The woman reached into the backseat to grab a bat, and that's when I realized 'I'm about to get my ass beat and my boyfriend is going to stand there and watch.' Luckily, her man stepped in and told her to cool it, and they drove off. Yes, I realize it was my big mouth that started this, but you need a man who's going to be a man and put up a united front with you at all times, not leave you out to dry.

Attack of the Anti-Chivalrous
Who it happened to: Julieanne, 27

"Once, when I was walking with my (very sweet, now ex-) boyfriend in L.A., we crossed paths with a super-jacked, Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch–looking dude: backwards hat, black overalls, no shirt. (This was like 2008.) I have absolutely no poker face, and I think the dude caught me sort of maybe laughing at him and started following me, kind of getting in my face and talking about how he was going to kick my ass. My boyfriend just kind of stood there, pokerfaced. The guy eventually went back to whatever '90s-dance-video Stargate he'd emerged from, but I was really shaken and pissed that my boyfriend hadn't tried to get between me and the dude.

Later he explained that it was better for us to use "quiet diplomacy" to solve the situation than to let it come to "fisticuffs." Part of me knows that it would have been stupid to try to fight this dude (as I said, he was pretty jacked) but part of me thinks he was just being a giant pussy.

Ever dealt with a dude who bailed on you? Do share.