I met my current boyfriend on the internet ( We have been together for 3 years now ) and after talking for a few months we decided it would be nice to meet eachother face to face. As I was still causious in meeting him because as we all know just because someone can seem nice it doesn't mean they are. For my comfort we aranged he would come to visit me. After his train pulled in we did the usual things people would do on a first date, get to know eachother face to face, tell some stories and finally make our way to a bar. Everything was going well, he was just as sweet as I had known and we were getting on better in the flesh. After a few too many drinks I thought it was time to head home and we made our way out the door. The walk home would only take 10 minutes so we thought that would be better than taking a bus. However, 5 minutes into that walk I realised I needed to relieve some of that alcohol I had consumed eariler, but we were close to home, right? No need to alert my man to that situation. Now, this may seem more stupid than is possible but I had never walked home from town before and we promptly got lost, although I cold see where to head god knows how I was going to get there!. I gave in and called my mother, begging for directions which I recieved ... but it still took another 20 minutes before I knew where I was and we were nearly home. Great! I thought, as anyone would as I saw my home coming up, just one more small tunnel and I'm home!. Now, this is the part I can blame on my boyfriend .. he suddenly, for no reason runs up and grabs me full of love and affection and lifts me off the floor. I have always had a fear of being picked up and let go a mighty scream, and who can guess what else I let go at that moment? That's right ... suddenly my need for the toilet was no so urgent. I stormed off, pretending I was angry about him picking me up and prayed he didn't notice. I really don't think he did, although I can be sure .. he has never mentioned it and I'd like to keep it that way.