<human>: Well, this happened about ten years ago, but whatever. 

So, at the time, I had just start dating a girl that I've known for a very long time. Things are going great. We have good chemistry and we hang out in coffee shops and that kinda stuff. She's artistic, and I'm playing it totally cool. We decide to start a relationship and I ask her to go to prom. 

**HERE COMES THE FUCK UP:**

The day of prom, I put on my tux and look in the mirror. I look like fucking James Bond about to go to a swanky cocktail party. Brimming with confidence, I could have made ScarJo blush. I pick her up, and she's wearing a killer green dress. I'm on my game and things are going swimmingly. So, we get to prom and we are waiting in line for pictures. At this point, I can do no wrong and pretty much feel like the king of the world (Yeah, that *is* a Titanic reference). Then it happened. My asshole betrayed me. Without warning, I fart so audibly that there was no way of saying it wasn't me. I pretty much broke bad while breaking wind. No plausible deniability here. 

The worst part is that now we are just sitting there, in some hotel lobby, while my vicious stench fills the room. I'm painfully trying to hide my embarrassment as my date and I sit in silence. 

Fortunately, we had a great time and went on to date her for a couple more years. A few months later, she brought it up and we laughed really hard. She was a good sport about it.

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<bot>: Farted waiting in line for a picture at my high school prom, cropdusted the place faster than a pesticide killing insects. GF was cool about it.