Let me preface this with a warning, mostly for my older sister, who may or may not read this: you may not want to read this.
A recent post from a girl I’m friends with on Facebook reads: “My honey is afraid to fart in front of me lol.”
I thought to myself, Oh, new relationships. This particular couple has been together for less than a month now, so I thought it was just one of those new relationship nuances that she decided to
not so tactfully make public.
On the second week of their relationship they signed a lease and moved in together. So I ask this: are you ready to live with a man who doesn’t know you well enough to let out a little gas? Guys fart all the time. Just last night I met a friend-of-a-friend for the first time, and that sucker was letting ’em rip all over a pub in central London. That, however, is not exactly desirable behavior.
But, you know, they’ll have at least one year under a lease to get to know the other’s natural bodily functions. Right? Wrong.
IT GETS BETTER.
On the third week of their new relationship, they got engaged. I don’t believe in the bullshit of love at first sight, so perhaps I’m too cynical about this. Maybe there is a chance for our non-tooting couple.
So my question to all of you is this: would you want to marry a guy who doesn’t know/trust you well enough to let one rip?
Personally, I’d need to experience at least two farts before signing a lease. Just kidding. What’s the rush, kids? My main point here is that I don’t have much faith in these rash decisions people make in falling hard and fast into love. It just happened to fit quite well into the farts scenario.