It was a lazy Sunday morning and my gf and I were laying in bed contemplating our past and future. We talked about the random string of events that led to our first encounter and subsequent first date. We reminisced about all the special moments that we have shared together over the past 4 years. As we lay there facing each other, my gf looks into my eyes and tells me that she loves me with all her heart. At that moment I needed to excuse myself to use the toilet. After 5 minutes of taking care of business my gf walks in to use the bathroom as well. The pungent smell hits her unsuspecting olfactory senses and she yells "I HATE YOU" and promptly exits while gasping for a breath of fresh air. Women can be so fickle at times.