do you always have to fart the worst when you’re sitting in her car after a successful date? Why couldn’t the gas have asserted itself when we were sipping tea outside, just a few minutes before? Or when I was driving to the coffee shop in my car alone before/after the whole thing? Or after I got home?
Since no one has replied since you first posted this AM, am I to guess the aroma is still lurking nearby?
Long ago in my youthful days, I had a first date. Trying to be polite about a gas attack, I walked a few yards away and let loose.
Only it wasn’t just a fart. It was what I’ve been told was a shart.
It’s sort of embarrassing to tell your date that you need to go home because you just shit your pants.
I can’t believe I just revealed this to the innernet.
Murphy’s law, seriously.
Cabin_Fever, thanks. I feel better.
Autolycus, you may be right.
fetus, you can’t leave us hanging. What happened? What did the date say? How did the date end up? Did she say anything?
Sympathies on the faux pas.
Background: This is the girl I’ve mentioned in other threads recently–my coworker who’s planning a marriage with another guy.
What happened was, we closed the place together one night, and then I asked her to join me at a coffee shop that was open late and she accepted. We sipped tea and exchanged war stories from our forlorn days of college-dorm debauchery for about three hours. Then when that place closed, we moved to her car to exchange phone numbers and agree to meet again at some indeterminate date later in the week. That, of course, was when the dreaded gas asserted itself. I tried my best to keep it all in but I think a little floated out into her car. She didn’t say anything, and hasn’t yet, but she seemed understandably anxious to get me out of her car and go home. That itself wasn’t a big deal, since we were going to part ways at that point anyway.
I did a lot of thinking about the morality of my situation and the difficulties that my actions could present later. When she wasn’t around I kept writing her off as too risky, but then when I saw her the spark would come back and I couldn’t resist.
The next time we closed together (last night), we both got pretty stressed out by a number of events that happened at work that night, so after we shut the place down I offered to have her over at my place and share some stress relievers I had lying around. She accepted again, so we relaxed and watched some TV with my roommate. He excused himself to give us some alone time (what a pal!), and a few opportunities arose for me to make my move, but I decided to take the high road for now and leave it friendly. Anyway, we’d never actually used the word “date”, and the tone of our acquaintance wasn’t expressly romantic or sexual. I do think I could’ve put my arm around her or held her hand or done some other such subtle thing, but I just had a bad feeling about it last night. I mean, I’ve been The Other Guy so many times, and I’m tired of the heartbreak that can get associated with it. I decided to play it cool and see if something developed organically later.
Then, last night, I had an odd dream. There was a big office party and everyone who I worked with plus a lot of friends and family were there. I pulled one of my managers aside (who actually is our supervisor IRL) intending to ask her for moral guidance. Then I realized that I could get myself into hot water, but I’d already gotten her attention so I vaguely asked, “Are we allowed to date coworkers?” She said “No, why?” And I responded frankly, “Nevermind–it’s not an issue anymore.” In the dream, I felt like that pretty much sewed the thing up and I would just have to call it off. Honestly, I still kind of feel that way. I showed up at work today (I have the day off, but I had some errands I could pretend to run there) to see if the sight of her would spark up the torch I’d been carrying for her; but oddly enough, I felt almost nothing.
So–will it remain strictly platonic, if not professional? At the moment I think only time will tell. I used to justify my Other Guy status (in this situation and others) by telling myself that their beau was a douchebag and didn’t deserve her. I sort of feel the same way about this girl’s fiance, although I don’t know him as well as I’ve known the other boyfriends/fiances. But I’m starting to think that doesn’t justify me sticking my nose in, so to speak, anymore. I don’t really know–it hurt me to find out recently that their relationship was more serious than she’d let on to me, and I feel better now but I’m still a little confused by the whole thing. Appropriately enough, my friend’s girlfriend has been giving me some spiritual guidance about the whole thing and I want to consult with her before deciding my next move.
(More than you’d bargained for, huh, H and R? 
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