Custom: Date night Farts You and I are having our first dinner date at your house! Little do I know that you've cooked a dinner that will make me fart! The date begins normally, until you notice I look uncomfortable. I assure you I'm fine, and am just having some cramps, is all. I start farting, and attempt to talk, cough, and laugh over them. You notice, but don't let me know. You've strategically placed the condiments further away from me, so I have to reach over and grab them. That's when it happens; I let out a loud, long fart and there's no denying it was me. I apologize profusely, and fess up about the other farts. You assure me that you're fine with them. Once we're finished eating, your roommates come home, and hangout just in the other room, earshot of us. I help you clean up, and continuously fart. Your roommates hear them, and ask who is making all the noise, I tell them it's you. Before the date is officially over, I find out you have a fart fetish, and I fart while telling you the embarrassing story of farting on the subway on my way to your house. We're such a good match!