I had never given much thought to poop until recently. Sure, I enjoyed the relief and euphoria of my morning constitutional, but didn't consider it much more than a great way to begin my day. That's all changed, thanks to my girlfriend Katie.

Katie is a lovely girl, my feminine ideal personified. But she is highly amused by her bodily functions. On our first date she silently farted in my car, then laughed at me when I nonchalantly cracked my window. On several occasions since then, she has enthusiastically invited me to view her latest bathroom creation before she reluctantly flushed.

At first I wasn't sure what to think. While not exactly disgusted, I was a little put off by her behavior. After some reflection, however, I came around. I find it refreshing that my Katie -- who is normally demure and ladylike -- isn't embarrassed to discuss something so personal with me, or to indulge in a little fratboy humor.

I appreciate her candor, and can say with certainty that if she is so open about a topic most women are secretive about, she isn't hiding anything else from me.

Neither Katie or I are poop freaks. We don't play with or do other strange things with it. But there is nothing abnormal about taking pride in a good crap well delivered, and so you can bet that the next time she yells "Hey, you have to come see this!" from the bathroom, I won't hesitate to go congratulate her.
-- Artful Dodger [1]