The farts and feminism method.
Step 1: Drink an entire bottle of cheap wine. The kind with high sulfur content. Do not decant.
Step 2: Invite your lover over for “Netflix and chill” approximately eight hours later.
Step 3: By the time he arrives, the uncontrollable flatulence will have filled your apartment with a hotbox of unbearable rotten egg stank that no amount of air freshener or open windows could possibly clear.
Step 4: Proceed to discuss an article you read about feminism. Be sure to bring up the wage gap at least a couple of times!
Step 5: Watch him struggle to come up with a reason he has to leave as he scrambles to the door, boner killed, never to be heard from again. —Oopsy