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5 Inventive Ways to Conceal Flatulence
You can’t control a fart, feigning innocence is the real art
My friend had finally landed the first date with a girl who he’d matched with on Tinder. He’d found her attractive from the get-go, and luckily for him, she’d swiped right too.
Yet, since they started exchanging messages, it seemed she wasn’t fully into him, or so it seemed. He, on the other hand, was decidedly keen on her. After days of chatting, when he did finally got her to agree to a date, it was nothing short of an accomplishment for him.
He put on his A-game — found the set of clothes that fetched him the most compliments, out on his new pair of shoes, wore some fancy perfume that was sure to impress the girl. He’d booked a dinner at a restaurant with the most romantic ambiance and the girl had even admitted she was pleasantly surprised by his choice of venue.
It was all coming together perfectly. He showed up fifteen minutes early to ensure everything was in order and waited for her. She finally came, right on time, but those fifteen minutes felt like a lifetime of waiting. She looked gorgeous in a blue dress, every bit as stunning as she looked in her Tinder profile pic, and then some more.
