Man I wish I was joking. Honestly it felt like one of those tiny little air puff farts that just seeps out and unoticeably. The ones that come out and dont even smell. Perhaps this is why I thought it was okay. You see, we were sitting by this nice gas lit fire, both facing the same direction. I acted like I had to check my phone and decided it was the perfect time to rip the little stinker. Little did I know that nasty liquidy fecal spew was about to grace my underpants. I guess in retrospect I got away with the actual fart, as the sound of the fire covered any chance of noise escaping my bottomhole. But the true horror lies in my insecurity for the next 45 minutes thinking "does she smell it?, because I can totally smell it." So I tried to distance myself a bit while we finished our tounge dance. I think I got away but listen up folks, and listen up good. It is no fun making out with a new person when you have just shat your pants. And if you think it wont happen to you, you're gravely mistaken.