Progress on Living with the Girlfriend!

It's a monday night and I don't have to work until 2pm on Tuesday. Quite commonly, I will go out with my brother since the girlfriend usually doesn't stay up real late and is often studying for classes.

I'm hanging out with the girlfriend, giving her a backrub and catching up on her day, when it's about ten minutes before I need to get going. We both get up (we still say goodbye to each other at the door most times... I know, sappy) and go out to the hallway. When we near the bathroom (the only bathroom in the house), I stop and, somewhat shyly say, "Hey babe, I gotta take a dump." Heh, not the smoothest and, having lived together for only 4 or so months on fairly opposite schedules, we really haven't been around for each other's bodily activities a lot.

She pauses a moment and says, "Oooh, I need to take one too."

"Well, I need to take one now, before I leave."

Her - "I was gonna wait until you leave."

"I don't have that choice babe."

Her - "Well, be quick, and open the windows. It better not stink too bad!"

"I don't have a much control over that, but I'll open the window and spray the Oust."

No good. My intestines must not like my girlfriend. Strike that - my bowels must want to kill my girlfriend. No, no, no - strike that. My colon must have every intention of torturing, plaguing, and, eventually, dismembering my girlfriend.

Well, at least that's what she would have you believe as she entered the bathroom a scant few minutes after I was through. That is, enter and almost immediately leave it with shirt over face.

It's at this point that we get into a few minute discourse on how we should "share" these experiences more equally. She shouldn't have to frequent the bathroom after my plunges all the time; I should have to follow her sometimes. As if I can control my urges any better than her. I defensively remind her that, since she covers 2nd base more frequently than I, I actually experience her odiferous leavings more than she does mine. It just so happens, I don't usually have to use the bathroom immediately after.

With that, and an "I love you", I'm out the door and leave her to the bathroom and the not so pleasurable odors of me.

The progress? We are still together and, I think, we both know two bathrooms are in order if we are to make it in the long run.