Pass the Beano please!

This world we live in is a mysterious one. Science has in store secrets to unanswered questions that we may never know. Questions like "why is the sky blue", "where do babies come from", what will happen with John and Kate plus 8", and... "do girls really fart"? Some would suggest urban myth. Tall tails you might say, along with the likes of the Abominable Snowman, Nessy, or even Big Foot,

It's shocking I know, rumors that girls do indeed suffer from occasional flatulence. Icky is the first word that comes to mind. Bizarre, the second. I suppose man wasn't meant to understand the complexities of the universe, nor the anatomy of the female prototype. But we shall not judge, nor shall we fear, but move forward boldly refusing to look back. Who knows, girls have the tendency to smell like flowers, I'm sure their gaseous poofs smell as fresh as a tropical Glade plug-in on an early spring morning. Sniff sniff, sigh... The best part of waking up, something for all of us "singles" of the world to look forward to.

Which brings me to my point of today's post. As guys and girls date, we slowly, day by day, become more and more able to be ourselves around our significant other. We begin to open up and share things we wouldn't share with just anybody... including said flatulence! So my question is, how long is long enough? How long must one wait to "be him or herself", good smells and bad smells alike, to make sure their mates don't take off sprinting for the door gasping for air? My opinion ladies is, HOLD it until marriage! Nothing says "I love you" like a surprise mushroom cloud under the sheets for that special man in your life! Then girls can you let em' loose. Just make sure your keep your Glade refills topped off and we'll all be happy men!