I have shared meals with some cuddlers and the resulting bodily reactions leads to the question—what do you do about rampant flatulence?
Do you squeeze your cheeks and pray?
If you dislike the cuddler do you become the little spoon, break the provisions of the Geneva Agreement and engage in gas warfare?
Do you serenade your cuddler and go to the bathroom which serves as an exquisite echo chamber amplifying the resulting organic blast?
If you have the Fart Studio app on your phone, do you have your partner play a parlor game by trying to match the app sound, thus allowing you to toot your horn in the name of sportsmanship?
Do you get under the covers, but tell your partner to stay on top of the covers under the guise that it is environmentally friendly to balance body temperatures, thus obfuscating your real motivation ?
Flatulence is one of the massive obstacles one faces when cuddling. I post this out of equal opportunity as women cannot truly experience the boner predicament other than a poke. Flatulence is democratic.
New research in Flatulence Etiquette are welcomed in this thread.