You Need A Boyfriend Who Can Go With The Flow
I was in bed with the flu and a kidney infection, and then I got my period. The cherry on top of a really s***ty cake. Due to my being floored in bed, I hadn’t had a chance to do my usual shopping and only had one tampon left.
My boyfriend called on his way home from work.
Boyfriend: “Needed anything picking up?”
Me: “Yes, tampons please.”
Boyfriend: “Eww, gross.”
Me: “Excuse me?”
Boyfriend: “I can pick you up and drive you to the supermarket so you can buy them yourself.”
Me: “That won’t work.”
Boyfriend: *Whiney.* “Why not?”
Me: “Blood and gravity.”
He huffs and puffs but finally agrees to go to the supermarket. He calls me from the tampon aisle and whispers.
Boyfriend: “I’m here. Which ones do you need?”
I explain, and he is about to put them in the basket, but then:
Boyfriend: “Hmm, there’s orange ones here.”
Me: “What orange ones?”
Boyfriend: “Super plus plus.”
Me: “Nope, too much. Just regular and super, please.”
Boyfriend: “Babe, I dunno if you know, but when you’re, well, doing that, there is a lot of blood.”
Me: “Now I know you’re not trying to mansplain to me my own f****** flow.”
At least that’s what I WANT to say, but I have to stay calm and polite because he’ll just leave without buying any if I kick off.
Me: “No thanks, just the ones I asked for.”
He comes home with the f****** orange ones.
Boyfriend: “Trust me, these will be better for you.”
I had no other choice but to use them. It was like pulling a London bus from out of me every time I changed one.
And he wonders why he’s now my ex.
