After 2 months of dating we finally spent the night together after a Mexican dinner. I'm visibly holding in my farts, and accidently let one slip. You're shocked, but assure me I don't have to be sorry. I assume that must mean you like my farts, and I get so excited to tell you about my fart fetish and start letting them rip. You don't have a choice at this point, and have to endure the smell. I take your silence as a sign that you like them a lot and decide to dutch oven you!