I just had to dump a guy who didn't think he needed to, in spite of my repeated requests that he do so. Apparently he felt that sharing his intestinal gas with me was some kind of bonding or intimacy thing, and even told me that I was a prude with intimacy issues!! Like I was the one being inappropriate... And it wasn't just his inconsiderateness, it was the putridness of his gas. I just couldn't stand the stench anymore.
I had asked him to change his diet, to avoid gaseous foods, and to start paying more attention to his gut health. I also asked him to get himself checked out medically to see if there was something wrong with his ass. The odour he was filling my bedroom with at night was unbearable. It just wasn't normal. Instead, his response was to go out and guzzle beer (a prime cause of flatulence in his case), and gorge himself on hotdogs loaded up with sauerkraut.
I've decided that I'd be much better off with a civilized man who is considerate enough to leave the room to let one rip, and my ex can find some cabbage-eating slag who will sit on the couch with him and blast them out right along with him.
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