Let me translate this like a whore who met a chad:
"I went on a date last night with somebody that I met on an app. Let’s just say, the second I walked into the meeting place, I instantly knew I am very much attracted to his personality.
Anyway, like most women do, I gave it a conversation to see if I’d be proven more right. Fortunately I was. He didn’t ask me any questions about myself and he even didn't talk. Then he started farting loud for long 30 minutes, it was a bit stinky at first, but it had a hint of musky smell, somehow I managed it (at some point I kinda liked it even). A girl at the table next to me kept looking over at us, clearly seeing this was a wonderful conversation and that she felt like she's been left out. I went to the bathroom to clear my head. I thought if I accept this guy, will he beat me every day? Will he rape me? Not that he gave me indicators that he would but you never know.
I came back to the table, and he was still farting, it's been like 40 minutes. Never knew someone could fart that loud for that long, but he stopped at last. Then he made some grunting noises like a caveman, most probably he asked me where I would like to go next. I thought about it for a moment and said, “honestly I don’t feel any smell here, and I don’t want to waste any more of your fart. If you want me to put my mouth in your butthole and suck all your farts, I’m more than willing to do that.” He was taken aback but respectful.
Old me NEVER would have done this. I would have leave him once he started to fart, possibly even tried to make a disgusted face. I would have felt like I never owed him my time. I’m so proud of myself that I have learned over the last year how to stand a 9/10 model tier chad no matter how obnoxiously stinky his farts are and that's all I need. And that I’m brave enough to accept somebody before some other bitch comes and locks him down, where before I was always an “ambivalent” girl.
Sorry for the rant, I just needed to share."
