"I got my period unexpectedly at my boyfriend's apartment the other week and failed to surreptitiously get another pair of underwear out of my overnight bag, so he looked at me inquisitively and I was like, 'I got my period,' and he was like, 'Oh, OK.'
And then, when I came back with my soaking wet, just-washed-in-the-sink period underwear and looked like a manic puppy trying to figure out what to do with it, he was like, 'Just hang it the handle of my armoire.' STARING US DOWN, OUT IN THE OPEN, TO DRY... AND HE DIDN'T EVEN CARE.
It was a defining moment in our relationship. And it made me realize that, at least in my case, my embarrassment is TOTALLY self-inflicted (I also have two male roommates and they aren't phased a bit when my other roommate and I get our period.)" —Anonymous