Lets back track a little. I told you Mr. Toots was perfect on paper - good body, great job, nice house, etc. Did I mention he got his body from being an accomplished triathlete and Ironman competitor.
So our date consisted of drinks with mutual friends, a party and an overnight at his immaculate home. We had a great time at the parties but we just have zero chemistry. ZERO. My dad would love this guy - he's never touched me.
Anyhow, the next morning we woke up to go for a run. It was my first run back in almost 10 years and we ran 4.5 miles. I was so excited to be back out there and running with someone who was encouraging and experienced. Now sure, I was breathing heavy and probably red as beet and maybe not the best running mate for an accomplished athlete, but I didn't know what was about to hit me.
Mr. Toots began to pass air and I don't mean run fast... I mean fart. There was a continuous rain falling on our heads and I am certain that his farts were wetter than the ground. It was by far one of the most disgusting moments of my life.
Me, "Are you sure you didn't poop your pants."
"Um yeah... I am having a rough morning."
You think???? Good God. I like his honesty...
but its time to RUN
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