Two weeks. That is how long Jeremie and I had been dating when I took him on a vacation to Arizona. It is also how quickly our whole relationship changed forever. The dreaded first fart. I will have you all know that he claims this is when he knew he loved me. I don’t care for this part. When someone wants to hear our love story and they ask how and when he knew, “the first time she farted” isn’t the answer I want him telling people. read more[...]