Hello, friends. I farted in front of One Ball for the first time, and now the farting is freaking me out a bit. Ridiculous, aren’t I? But, well, it’s like a relationship milestone at this point, isn’t it? I’ve been holding them in for so long, I’d started to give myself stomach ache.
I’m human, though.
Sometimes, humans need to fart.
And, well, I laugh-farted.
He made me laugh so much that I fart-laughed.
It wasn’t a loud fart, but it definitely made a noise… and he definitely heard it. He’s already farted in front of me, months ago, so I figured it was about the right time to let one slide. A little test fart, if you will. Preferably one that made a little [funny] noise rather than a big smell.
The sound of farts is funny. The scent of them is not.
So, I farted. He laughed. I giggled.
“I laugh at farts even though it’s immature,” he said.
Thank fuck. I think I almost fell in love with him a little bit. The L-word was right on the edge of my tongue. I’m kinda besotted with him. Like, in lurve. Maybe?
All because of a fart.
It’s funny because I’ve dated men who were capable of laughing at their own farts, but completely incapable of laughing at mine. I don’t want to live in an unequal household, so if I can’t fart, you can’t fart, either.
The fart played on my mind for a while. I wished I hadn’t done it, waited a bit longer, didn’t fart at all…
Maybe the fart did the trick, though. Our spicy time done and dusted, I got on a train (late) and travelled home. We texted back and forth for the journey, which took longer than it should’ve, because of course I got lost. I didn’t want to leave OB’s place, to be honest. I just wanted to stay in bed with him forever. For a while, at least, anyway.
Just as I’d made my way through the front door of my house, ready to collapse into a heap on the floor, OB sent a text:
“I’ve fallen for you.”
What does that mean? Fallen for? Like, fallen in love with? Why doesn’t he just say that? What’s this “fallen for” business? WHAT DOES IT MEAN?
I figured it was for the best that I acted like a grownup and just asked him.
“Fallen for you,” he replied. “Not sure how else to say it?”
Well, that’s very helpful, thank you. That’s cleared things up nicely. I totally know what you mean now. It’s all super clear.
IT’S NOT CLEAR.
That aside, do you think he’s “fallen for me” because of the fart? Or was the fart just the cherry on top?
I have questions, so many questions.
And I still don’t really know what he means.
Help.
The next blog post in the dating timeline is this one: Fiasco.
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