“We played miniature golf for our second date. On our way, we stopped and had...
“We played miniature golf for our second date. On our way, we stopped and had ice cream. I am lactose intolerant, but I love ice cream. Boy, would I regret that. We were having fun at golf and on a hole on a hill. He putts his ball and walks up the hill. I had been waiting for a chance to ‘release’ some gas. As I am letting it rip, his ball comes down the hill followed by him. He runs close, stops in his tracks, and says, ‘Did you fart?’ I almost fainted. The date was definitely over.”
—Sandra L., 33, Philadelphia
*Some names changed to protect the not-so-innocent