I drove past a freshly dead skunk today and it got me thinking about something that happened when Sean and I first started dating.
Sean moved to Ontario from Newfoundland in the winter time. We met shortly after and began dating the following August.
Our first few dates were group dates, us, his brother and sister in law and a co worker of mine and her husband (I worked with Sean's sister in law and this other girl) Anyhow, our first real alone date was August 13th. We went to a drive in up north. ( don't remember what movie we say, he does though and he also remembers what I ate because he was impressed. I'm not one of these salad eating on a date girls and I had my fill.)
Anyway, on the drive there we must have passed a dead skunk because the whole car filled up with that horrible skunky smell.
Sean later told me that at that moment he'd decided our first date would be our last.
I said "Oh wow, that skunk must have just got hit!"
Sean breathed a sigh of relief and decided maybe it wouldn't be our last date.
You see, they don't have skunks in Newfoundland. Up until then he'd never smelled a skunk. He thought I farted and was mortified that something that smells that bad could come out of someone.