Reason I Love Tyler #67

Girls make too big a deal out of this. In fact, if a dude wrote a blog such as this, this point wouldn't even make the list because it's not a big deal to guys. You know what I'm talking about.

Tyler Doesn't Mind When I Toot

Look, everyone passes gas. Everyone. Every President of the United States. Every Miss America. Every Pope. Every Playboy centerfold. It is a human act that we humans do because our bodies are designed to do it. So yeah, any guy that freaks out when his--or any--woman breaks wind is a hypocritical sexist asshole.

However...there's this societal commandment that says girls aren't supposed to fart. Scratch that, ladies aren't supposed to fart. So sure, you can be a girl and toot to your heart's content, but you'll always be just one of the guys, a buddy, a chum, never ever girlfriend material. This notion is engrained in us women from an early age. So we hold it in and hold it in until our bellies are swollen and moaning for release.

I've prided myself on being the type of chick that is discreet about such matters. Bathroom humor isn't my favorite kind of humor to begin with. I have friends I have known for nearly a decade who have never heard me toot. And if I can't break wind in front of them, who can I break wind in front of?

I think Tyler and I had been together two weeks before he passed gas in front of me. No big deal. Because he is a guy. I thought nothing of it. I was sort of happy, even, because it meant he was comfortable in front of me. But for my part, I was going to put off being comfortable for as long as possible. How stupid of me.

I can't be held responsible for what I did in my sleep. And the accidental slip did happen. Tyler assured me that it was no big deal. It was only a big deal because I was making it so. It took me a very long time (re: too long) to toot in front of Tyler. I mean, was I going to suppress and hide it the rest of my life? I couldn't. It just wasn't plausible. So I gave in. I trusted that Tyler would still find me sexy. And guess what? He does. It's no big deal. I will still get up and move away from Tyler because sometimes it would be rude not to. But I don't go to the bathroom and shut the door and turn on the faucet any more. He makes me comfortable in the best way, and for that, I love him.