Picture that you're on what seems like a date taken straight from a fairytale or romance novel. You and your impeccably dressed date are having a candlelight dinner in a cozy, beautifully decorated restaurant. With dim lighting, delectable food, soft music playing in the background, an unobstructed view of the ocean, the scene couldn't be more perfect. Then, out of nowhere, you hear an unusual sound. It takes you aback for a second. You decide to disregard it and figure that either you must be out of it this evening or someone at the other table must have dropped something. Then you hear it again. "What is that darn noise?" you ask yourself exasperatedly. You spend a moment trying to put your finger on what that sound could be while exchanging smiles with your gleeful date. All of the sudden, it hits you: Your date has been passing gas! Yuck! Thankfully, before I began dating my now-wife, I never witnessed any of my dates fart, but people have told me they...