When we broke up I vowed never again. Literally on our second date, I said to now DH, I have to fart. I've been holding them in for 3 years and if you can't handle it too bad. I farted. We laughed. Best thing ever. Our rule is not to fart just for the hell of it. Like we don't fart in bed or at the dinner table but if I'm taking a **** and let one rip while he's there it's no big deal.