The farts and feminism method.
Step 1: Drink an entire bottle of cheap wine. The kind with high sulfur content. Do not decant.
Step 2: Invite your lover over for “Netflix and chill” approximately eight hours later.
Step 3:Â By the time he arrives, the uncontrollable flatulence will have filled your apartment with a hotbox of unbearable rotten egg stank that no amount of air freshener or open windows could possibly clear.
Step 4: Proceed to discuss an article you read about feminism. Be sure to bring up the wage gap at least a couple of times!
Step 5: Watch him struggle to come up with a reason he has to leave as he scrambles to the door, boner killed, never to be heard from again. —Oopsy
This article appears in Nov 16-22, 2017.
And those men will think, “Good riddance.”
Why not save yourself some hassle and jump right to step 4?
lol nobody cares what those men think
Indeed. Similarly, nobody cares that OP is going to die alone and get eaten by her cats.
Jesus. You’re all no fun. This was hilarious. I’d date her.