I'm into the theory of love doesn't exist until you see your partner poop.
He accidentally walked in on me pooping once. I was being stealth and telling him I was in the shower. I even turned on the shower. He walks in trying to surprise me.
He froze.. and said ... " are you... pooping?"
I screamed YES FUCK YOU GET OUT OF HERE and started throwing stuff at him.
You should have seen his face. pure horror.