I once had a friend who endlessly swore to her boyfriend that she never went "number two." Never, ever. She was obviously fooling no one. While nobody likes to talk about it except for middle school boys and grown men that think they're middle school boys, we all know that all people poop. Sure, to some people, talking about bodily functions is taboo. But I think it is time to be honest, time to lay it all out.
Click here to read how Amanda deals with this form of "intimacy" ...
Despite the title of the children's classic about the artful act of elimination, we still hear about women who purposely avoid certain foods in the days before an overnight date or who leave their boyfriends' homes to go do their business in Starbucks (it's like a shameful episode of "Intervention," without all the pesky drug addiciton stuff).
So what's your strategy? Do you admit that you are simply human and go to the bathroom to do your business? Or do you do what I did the first time I discovered I had to go number two around my then boyfriend: fake a family emergency.
Yes, that's right: I faked a family emergency. I'm not sure what I said now, maybe that my Aunt Erma had slipped and fallen, or my dog had gotten lost. Either way, I really just drove straight home to go without him knowing. Because while I was fine with admitting that I was human, I was not okay with letting it fly at his house. Particularly when his bathroom was right off of the kitchen where we were eating dinner. Hell to the no.
Eventually, at some point in the broad spectrum of relationship do's and don'ts, being comfortable enough to go with a significant other in the house just became a regular thing for me.
Tell me this: How long was it before you finally admitted and/or went number two with your partner in close vicinity? If you haven't or won't, are you one of those who cannot admit to going number two?












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Saturday 21 March
By Denise
It was horrible. Was at his tiny studio apartment after a night of mexican food and Magarita's. Just couldn't wait and it wasn't pretty. Though that was wasn't bad enough, his mother came by on way home from theater to say hello while I was in the Bathroom . She rushed in after I opened the door to freshen up before her long ride home.
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Thursday 16 April
By Shelly
That's the funniest thing I ever heard. I'm so glad it wasn't me.