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Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you feminism's new battleground:
is that she seems baffled that eggs can come in boxes of 12
first started seeing this guy and a few dates in we decided to sit in at his, he lived with 3 other guys. An hour or so into the date I realised I needed a shit but didn't want to go because I was scared it would stink and one of them would go in after me. At one point I was in the bathroom doubled over trying to hold it in.
Once the pain wave had passed and before the next one came I had to make out that I thought we should go to the pub for a few just so I could use the toilets. He took ages to get ready. What a relief when we finally got to the pub and I could go!
Who'd choose to use a toilet that wasn't the most convenient unless that convenient toilet was an abomination?
Also, a year or so later, when we were full blown relationship, whenever I needed to go but it wouldn't come out, he used to come in and pat me on the head while I was sitting on the toilet and it used to make it come out! It must have relaxed me or something
probably because it was weird
(see what I did there?)
we were only about 21
I have to cover my self up with a towel if I need him to bring me loo roll. Even then, it's really weird and I don't like it.
me and that guy ended up becoming more like brother and sister in the end because we just had no fucking boundaries with stuff like that, not that I would ever let my brother pat my head in the toilet but hopefully you get what I'm saying. Lets change it to we became more like 8 year old bffs just in case.
How did you get his attention when you needed his help and did he leave once he'd patted you on the head?
He'd leave once he heard the first plop
about guys no longer owning 'gross', and reading stuff like this kind of reminds me of why that's actually kind of important.
anxiety brought on by needing to fart around potential/sexual partners
anxiety brought on by needing to shit around potential/sexual partners
anxiety brought on by needing to shit in a public toilet/toilet that isn't in your own home (noises, smells)
anxiety brought on by needing to fart in the company of just about anyone thats not ya mams
maybe it's humans oppressing humans
and I don't like him parping infront of me.
I have farted infront of him by accident and I was a bit mortified.
I can poo in any toilet
I'm perpetually single!
It's shaping up to be quite a week for DaddyorChips.
he'll have been rubbing his thighs at every similar thread posted since he was banned
you can almost guarantee he's read them
That's all I've got really.
nope, can't do it, i am uptight. women breaking wind for some reason repulses me.
is why you will never write anything as complex and beautiful as ulysses
(It's the double standards that gets me).
Farting in front of each other: positively revel in it.
But toilet time is alone time. You have to draw the line somewhere.
I prefer to pretend that such things don't really exist but that's not always possible and is usually funny/ ignored/ forgotten about because pissed.
(albeit of vastly differing severity) and toilets that don't flush particularly well, I think you have to get comfortable with some things very quickly.
It's just pooing, anyway. Everybody does it.
fair play to him.
now I know why.
Bet he loves a bit of the poo talk though.