Warts and all ...
Love is a many-splendoured thing; true love a Holy Grail for many.We grew up hearing the stories of those who allegedly gave their lives for it.
We learned how the love was at times unrequited and almost all were unconsummated (they didn't get to do the jiggy-jiggy), and certainly none resulted in a baby (or two. Or three. Or more).
So logically, the dying-for-love genes has probably died out from the human gene pool by this time - which lends some credence to the global notion that romance is dead.
:Is it true love? Or just infatuation? saith the teenage niece throbbing with repressed desires brought about by a reading diet of Black Lace books.

So what would be THE defining moment in a romance?

if that sexy kekar plumber will most definitely cherish your waterworks to death (and would never even look at another T-joint ever);
if that office cleaning illegal immigrant will religiously keep your woodwork shiny and new through regular and rigorous polishing;
That bit of wisdom accumulated over the years tells me something about the defining moment of a relationship ...
... the one that moves the two of you beyond the residual awkwardness and into the joys of ultimate intimacy.
The REAL defining moment of any serious relationship is your encounter with the First Fart.
Now I'm not talking about those sneaky silent ones discharged under the lacy tablecloth in the swanky Brasserie on Valentine's Day dinner.
Nor the ones released, with great cunning, in public - and in the hope that prevailing winds will sweep the evidence away.
No, no - I'm talking about that big and really LOUD one that takes both of you by surprise by its sheer violence.


The First Fart changes whole perceptions, shifts cherished paradigms and detonates a whole slew of rose-tinted illusions.
The First Fart is the ultimate reality.
The good thing about the First Fart is that it will definitely move the relationship to the next level, for better or for worse.
It's THAT defining.
But what the hell - what's the worst thing that could happen?
Well, the relationship could go south, of course.
But then would you really want to share your life with someone so delusional as to believe that farts don't exist?
Or so pretentious as to pretend that decent people don't fart aloud.
And on the other hand, the best thing that could happen is that your intended-beloved will just curl up and start to ROTFL.
When that happens you can sit back and relax.
Then you'll know that on domestic weekends, the morning calm of your bedroom may well resound to what sounds very much like a pod of whales blowing kisses at each other.
But then, you'd be cool ... you're blissed out on the Holy Grail.

To paraphrase what Oliver Cromwell (left) said so long ago:
"Love me, you sweet munchkins ... pimples, warts, farts and all ..."
Now that's true love.
12 comments:
I pray hard you will never love me. Eeuewwww..
Fart upon command! my daughter has mastered that.
"Can you kentut now?" asked the mother.
The daughter: ".... Proooot prooooot Proooooot."
Now I know why all my relationships failed. I never fart in front of them!
*goes off to chomp on baked beans*
leen, thanks for opening my eyes to the truth. so that's why.
*takes baked beans from leen*
lily,
Me luv u easy - u're de one doing farting.
You luv me is the real test. :P
babe,
She'll prolly grow up to be president of Greenpeace and Save The Whales movements.
Got natural affinity ... :D
Leen,
Nangka muda masak lemak is also effective, I'm told by my aunt - in case u need to vary your diet.
Remember - the First Fart (FF) has gotta be REAL loud to be effective.
*heaves open all blog windows
my colleague just popped me this Q the other day.. "do girls fart?"
i said no.
Girls don't poop either.
princess,
Girls don't fart - they merely pass the wind around ... :P
and lils,
they don't poop either - I remember being told that they merely "pass motion" ... :P
Pretty quaint upbringing I had.
girls don't poop and fart? what am i then?
*raba crotch*
babe,
I'm not sure ... lemme have a look?
:P
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