Can you imagine a time during a first date where it might make sense to admit you poop yourself?
Hmmm. Me neither.
A friend of mine recently returned from a date, somewhat horrified, because her date admitted to his bathroom problem. The conversation went something like this:
He says: Do you like to run?
She says: No, not really. I’m more of a walker.
He says: Oh, well I love to run. Only problem is the bathroom issue.
She says: The bathroom issue?
He says: Yeah, sometimes I have to throw my pants away after.
She says: Can’t you just duck behind a tree and take care of it?
He says (with a quizzical look on his face): Oh, not that kind.
Obviously, my friend was more than stunned. She was grossed out.
Following their awkward meal, they stood in line and waited in awkward silence to see a movie. When he did finally speak, he chose to make fun of an elderly couple ahead of them in line.
Later, as they sat in his car in front of her apartment, he went in for a kiss, but she turned away. He went in for another kiss and this time when she turned away she managed to hit her face on the glass and his lips ended up somewhere in her hair.
The date finally ended and her mind was more than made up. The next day she sent him an email saying she didn’t feel that “spark” with which he responded: “I should’ve known better than to drop a 50-spot on dinner.”
He must’ve forgotten that he made her pay for the movie tickets. And, why does that even matter? He ate too, right? Maybe if he kept his pooping problem to himself none of it would have mattered.
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Haha, Really? That doesn’t turn on a girl on a first date? Bravo bringing it up in the middle of dinner too. Total stud!