yep, i can remember the going out to the woods armed with some bog roll routine! i guess the craziest thing for me is all the things i didn't do so i could be sure i could have a bm. you know, things like turning down holidays in great places. and then at a deeper level, just not going after the women i really liked. like somehow, i wasn't worthy as a man to go after them: kinda dumbthink i suppose: "i'm not a real man - look at me, i can't even go for a crap normally." that sort of stuff. and then just the logistics: even if i did get the girl i was after, and it got to spending some time in the bedroom, staying overnight etc, the fear that my shy bowel would have kicked in so strongly in the lead up to the event, that i'd be feeling utterly rubbish and unable to be mr lover-lover when it came to bedtime with her. (didn't help having ibs as well that flared up around dating time and gave me loadsa smelly gas as well!) ...it's a wonder i ever managed to get laid at all!
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