Was out with a girl who I really liked. It went well...except for the 'ol "date farts" that were brewing in my gut all night. 
After dropping her off at her apartment, I couldn't wait to get back in the car so I could finally unleash all that gas. It was starting to cause some real pain. 

I get back in my car and release one of the longest, wettest farts of my life. It was one of those that kinda surprises you, so you start laughing. 

As I'm leaving the parking lot of her apartment complex, I see her running towards my car, waving her hands in the air to get me to stop. 

Great...what to do?

I stop the car and crack the drivers side window and ask her what's up. She looks relieved as she's approaching the car and says that she left her purse by her seat. I look over and sure enough, there it is by the passenger seat. 

About the time I grab it and roll the window down enough to hand it to her, she obviously catches a whiff of what was lurking in the car and almost stops dead in her tracks. It looked like someone slapped her in the face. (I guess my fart kinda did...) She gives me kind of a muffled "Thanks. I'll see ya later." And then walks away. 
That was our last date.