Today I was walking out of a diner after meeting up with some friends for a post-baptismal get-together. At first I was just walking out alone, reaching into my purse to get my keys. As I pull out the keys something falls out along with the keys. Fearing the worst, I looked regretfully at the ground and realized that yes, a tampon really did fall out of my purse and onto the ground. I quickly reach down to get it, thankful that I ran out anti-socially from the diner quickly so I could share this embarrassing moment with just myself. However, as I'm picking up the offending item, someone from my group walks out of the diner. And it couldn't be a girl, of course. No, it was a guy. Most of my non-existent blog readers will recognize the nick-name of "Strange Attraction Text Message Guy." Yes, that insanely embarrassing moment of my adult life. And now he got to partake of another embarrassing chapter in my life.
So, I was going to say that I apologize if this blog post made people uncomfortable what with the word "tampon" in it an all, but most of the subscribed readers are female, and the men that I've invited to read my blog I think can take it.
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Thanks for blogging and giving me something to distract me while I worked on this paper.
There are people that find the word tampon offensive? It's not like you pulled a tampon out of your purse to show your date how the light fixtures reminded you of tampons...not that a girl ever did that to me. But let's say that did happen. What are you supposed to say to that?
Can I one up you? Sort of? On behalf of Steve? So, I can't remember exactly how this happened, but probably just because when you get married all your stuff ends up mixed together, but I managed at one point to leave a tampon in Steve's backpack, which, unfortunately, he discovered in the middle of class. Poor guy. Haha. But he was a really good sport about it...
so i had to tell you my embarrassing moment along these lines. when i was in my first year of university we had this horrible psychology class. horrible because it was at 8 in the morning. on those cold winter mornings it was torture. one especially cold winter morning i was running out of the house and was feeling my usual blah-ness when it's that time of month. i was running late but wanted to be safely prepared, so i grabbed a whole bunch of'supplies' and stuffed them in my back pocket, hoping to put them in my backpack when i had the chance. my roomate was kind enough to drive my friend and i to school that day. we got talking and i forgot about everything until i was walking down the aisle of our huge 100+ seater lecture hall. there was only a seat on the very front row. i heard gasps and snickers and everything in between as i made my way up. all my feminine supplies were hanging out of my back pocket, almost falling to the floor and i didn't realize it until i went to sit down! how embarassing!
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