Good to know. He's still a poor dumb bastard, though!
If you need to get away and have a drink, I'll meet you at the pub and let you cry about how truly terrible he is. Though you'd probably want to do that while in the company of a gaggle of girlies, so you can all complain more about the things we males do that you females hate. And talk about knickers. Or whatever it is you lassies do while in the company of one another. :D