I was so in love with my boyfriend, I could barely think straight.
He was so handsome, so smart and so kind. I wanted to spend every waking moment with him.
So, when he asked me to come over for dinner one night, I couldn’t say no. I was excited to see him and to share a lovely meal together.
The dinner started off great. We talked, laughed and ate. Everything was perfect. That is, until I noticed a distinct smell coming from my boyfriend. It was a pungent odor, something like fermented cheese. I was so confused and perplexed.
At first, I thought it was the food we were eating, but it soon became clear that the smell was coming from my boyfriend. I was horrified. It was then that I realized he had forgotten to wash his “downstairs” before coming over.
I wanted to vomit. I was disgusted and embarrassed. I had no idea what to say or do. I just sat there, feeling nauseous and embarrassed.
My boyfriend, on the other hand, was totally oblivious. He was still talking and laughing, not noticing the smell or my discomfort. I was so angry and embarrassed, I wanted to get up and leave. But, I couldn’t. I was too embarrassed to tell him why I was so uncomfortable.
So, I just stayed there, trying to ignore the smell. I tried to focus on our conversation, but it was impossible. I just couldn’t get the smell out of my head.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the dinner was over. I was relieved to finally be able to leave. I rushed out the door, barely saying goodbye. Once I was outside, I vomited. I was so disgusted and embarrassed, I couldn’t take it anymore.
I haven’t seen or talked to my boyfriend since that night. I just can’t get the smell out of my head. I’m so embarrassed and disgusted, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at him the same way again.
It’s a shame, really. I was so in love with him and now, I just feel sick and embarrassed every time I think of him. I guess it’s true what they say, never trust someone who doesn’t wash their “downstairs”.