Saturday, November 14, 2009

Bathroom noises

I'm not worried about moving in together with my girlfriend because, as I've said, we have basically the same taste and ideas (although she's politically misinformed) and we almost never argue. There's only one thing that really worries me: bathroom noises. I don't know if it's a male thing or what, but I just can't take a dump if I know someone is on the other side of the door. I need privacy. Peace and quiet. And I need to know that no one can hear me make noises. The thing is I'm equipped with a rather gassy set of bowels and I find it quite uncomfortable when I realize someone has heard me when I exit the toilet. Especially at my girlfriend's house, her mom is always around it seems, and the place is not soundproof at all, so when I'm there I use the sound of the shower as cover, resulting in scorn from the mother that I shower too long.



Personally, I don't mind at all. I don't care about any sounds coming from the bathroom, whether they originate from my girlfriend, my friends or just anybody, and I've said so to her. She says she feels the same, especially considering me and my gassy system, but I can't forget what she said a while back when we first talked about it. She said that the moment you start farting in your partner's company is the moment romance dies. I don't mind her farting (as long as she doesn't do it when she's in my lap) but I don't want to be the cause of death of the romance between us. It's a real problem. I suppose we will see frequent use of my shower radio in the future.



I really like riding by bus. Bus drivers are usually amazing people. Driving the same routs every day while being nice to everyone is really something, and I always feel so safe when riding in a bus because, well, bus drivers are fucking good drivers. I simply enjoy it. The journeys also provide time to do some good shit. It's a two hour bus ride from my girlfriend to where I live and I use the time to listen to Disturbed while writing a couple of lousy poems. Quality time.

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