Newish potential bf, 4th time of meeting & I'm invited back to his house. We sit chatting in the lounge with a glass of wine having a pleasant time when I need the loo. So I say 'I just need to nip to the loo', all is fine, he tells me where it is upstairs. Oh fucking boy - when I get there there's a MASSIVE turd poking it's head out of the water! It was EVIL. Fucking enormous, never seen one so big he must have the arse of an elephant Single man living on his own, how can you forget to flush? 
I was so taken aback & frankly horrified, it totally killed the moment for me & I made my excuses and left. I'm guessing you're all going to call me a sissy but it just killed the passion dead. To paint a broader picture, I could tell you that the upstairs of the house was VERY run-down. Think large ceiling water leaks, tiles coming off the walls, very, very thick dust everywhere (like 10yrs worth), covering about 60 pairs of the same black winkle-picker shoes rowed up neatly & a whole bookcase filled with books like Nancy Friday. - in total contrast to the very nice well kept downstairs. There was an air of rot upstairs - more than the fabric of the building. For reference I didn't poke about, that lot was visible from the loo. It just didn't feel right. Weirdly, I didn't feel so bad about the dirt & decay, it was the turd that did it for me. Was I bu?