farts; my pet subject, as with all things scatalogical. boys (well, my brother) fart at the drop of a...lower small intestine, girls appear to have a harder time with it all, it's just not ladylike.
as a female, there is something terribly "free-ing" about farting in front of another human who you do not share the same last name with. it usually happens by accident, intentional flatulence, at least that "first time" tends to be somewhat embaressing. i made a concsious decision to get my first time out of the way, granted it took a significant period of sharing the same sleeping quarters in order to make this happen. farts cannot be micromanaged, insofar as you have no control over volume, scent or duration. my "first time" reverberated and echoed a la grand canyon. i was mortified, but also keen to see the reaction of my pillow mate. unfortunately my grand plan backfired, yes there was a shocked expression, but it was accented with a hint of knowing smug in response to my embaressment; i was swiftly dutch ovened in my own creation.
my challenge to the ladies (melinderrr) is to fart in front of your special loved one by friday. it is time to take your relationship to the next level.