Mandy and I were together for about four and a half years before she passed away. In all that time, she never once farted in front of me. Well, at least never intentionally. She might have let some slip out while she was sleeping but those don’t count. She didn’t want to fart in front of me. I returned the favor and didn’t fart in front of her either. It was an unspoken rule at first, a casual fart ban if you will, but it eventually came up in a few conversations with other couples about how to keep up the magic and passion in relationships. We both thought that you shouldn’t fart in front of someone you want to have sex with. It’s not attractive.
I farted in front of Mandy one time and one time only. To be honest, I farted on her. But it was her fault. We were lying in bed on a lazy Sunday, I told her to pull my finger, she did, and I let one rip. She got a little mad, but she should have known better. Don’t pull fingers if you don’t want to be farted on.
That was a one time incident, and we stuck to not farting in front of each other. However she would always tell me when she had to use the bathroom, so it kind of defeated the anti-farting pact. Holding your farts in isn’t the key to a successful relationship, but it definitely doesn’t hurt. And if you can fart unashamedly in front of your significant other, good for you. Let those farts fly. I’m not judging.
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Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
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Hahaha I farted on Mandy all the time.
I just found this page and enjoy it very mucho!
Anyway- I’m not shy about bodily functions. In fact, I enjoyed talking with her about it because she always got so uncomfortable. Ha! We shared a cubicle, and to make sure she knew it was ok to fart, I’d lead by example. Sometimes she’d turn to me, and be like “omg did you just fart?!” Shocked! I’d say “yes” calmly. No big deal.
Fart away girl. Come on!
Anna