Embarrassed, Gassy Date Night
You invited me over to watch a movie, and I couldn’t say no. I mean… you, cozy blankets, popcorn? Irresistible. But as I walk in and sit on your bed, cheeks a little flushed, it’s not just because I’m excited to be here.
The truth? I farted. Yep. And instead of fessing up like a grown adult, I glance around innocently and mumble something about your bed making weird noises. Totally convincing, right?
The movie isn’t even on yet and I’m doing my best to keep it together, but then, pppffft! another one escapes. Louder this time. My eyes widen. Cr-p. Literally. Okay, not literally. But close.
“Okay, okay… full honesty?” I blurt out, “I almost canceled tonight because I couldn’t stop farting. It’s like my stomach staged a coup. But I didn’t want to miss this”
I glance at you, bracing for shock. But you’re just… smiling? Like it’s no big deal?
Another one sneaks out and I groan. “I can't even blame it on your bed anymore. I'm mortified. Is it okay if i just get these all out before the movie starts”
You agree and i just let them rip. Hoping you forget all about it by the end of the movie.