who's never farted in front of her husband, in 35 years - I say this, "whatever."
On our second date, we had a belching contest. Really, it was a litmus test that I put him through to see if he could handle it. Not to see if he could win, because I knew he couldn't -- hello, he was raised with manners, and class - he was raised to say ma'am and sir -- certainly not belch in front of a girl on their second date! I, on the other hand, had few manners - but I'd embraced that, and knew that I needed a guy with manners, so that our children had half a chance, but that could also handle the fact that I had none.
I knew he was a keeper after that date.