No, literally. As I’m certain you’re all tired of hearing me hem and haw about all the things that I need to talk to Mr. OoT about, I’m taking a break from that today and bringing up something much more important. MUCH more. It’s a problem I’ve had for as long as I can remember. I’ve dragged it from relationship to relationship. I don’t know what to do about it. I need some advice.
As far as anyone I’ve ever ‘overnighted’ with knows, I don’t poop. Ever. How frikken’ embarrassing! Seriously. I go to great lengths not to go number 2 around anyone I’ve dated. I stayed at TD’s summer house with him for an entire week and never once pooped in the townhouse. I would always (ALWAYS) go to the clubhouse. Do you know how difficult it is to keep having to come up for reasons to ‘take a walk’?
Same issue with Mr. OoT. For all the 3 and 4 day weekends that we have spent together at his place, I have yet to poop there. Luckily, he has a park right down the street that I can ‘take my dog for a walk’ and go visit. It’s the most ludicrous thing in the universe. Everyone poops. It’s a natural body function. I just find it exceptionally embarrassing and just won’t.
When is the appropriate time to give up the poop free act and actually befoul a man’s bathroom?