I was on a third date last night and had a mild attack in the restaurant (I have no clue why, I was eating right, safe Indian food with rice and bread first). I had to go to the bathroom three times in a row.
I had told the guy on our first date that I had ibs thankfully, and he was totally understanding. We had time to kill before a movie so it was an excuse to go to Starbucks (nearby thankfully!) and get some peppermint tea. Plus, it gave him an excuse for some extra affection, heehee (see, good things can come from ibs)
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Weren't we just talking about IBS and dating? Ugh.
