When The Tampon Leaks...

I’ll answer your question even before you ask… It did not happen to me. I didn't get stained, God no! This is not to say it hasn't happened to me before (I’ll get to that later) but this incident happened at work today. I and a co-worker were having lunch today in the game room along with about 15-20 other people. When our 30 minute break was over, she got up to put her plastic fork in the bin. I was not paying attention to her bum area (uhmm she’s female, need I say more?) so I did not notice that anything was wrong. The only thing that finally led my eyes there was the gaze of a guy who was looking at her ass as though he had never seen one before. I thought it was interesting that a fully grown man, at least 6 feet tall,  could be entranced by a woman who was doing nothing buy walking to the trash and the last thing I wanted to do was look too! I kept on looking at this guy, he kept on looking at Cassie (not real name)  as though he was trying to communicate something with his gaze and finally, after the umpteenth time of considering looking in the direction his eyes were pointing to, I gave in. I looked at Cassie’s bum. Then I got it. Turns out the guy was looking at a map of blood that had formed on Cassie’s skirt. She was stained! Big deal? YES! At least to me anyway.

So I walk up to Cassie and tell her about what I consider an enormous predicament. “What’s with the look on your face?”, she asked. What’s with the look on my face? For the love of God girlie, you’re stained. The fact that she was not worried seemed a bit abnormal to me.  She handled it well though, “thank you for letting me know, see you later” was all she said before leaving the room.  Had it been me who was in that situation, I’d have wished nothing but an instantaneous rapture on everyone. If that happened to me, everyone who saw it would have to disappear so they do not have the chance to pass glances my way again. Ever.

This was the exact same way I felt when  on the 18th of December, 2004 (the fact that I remember this exact date is a testament to its significance) when I  followed my dad to a party. It was that time of the month and I did not carry any extra tampons/ pads along. C’mon, at 12, carrying an extra pad was the last thing on my mind. Anyways, I started downing the bottles of coca-cola and the sprites and before I could say Jack, my flow became heavier. There was this teenage guy who  had been checking me out since I got to the venue and I thought he was kind of creepy. Well guess what? He was the first person to see the little pool of blood that had formed on the white chair when I was sitting once I got up. Not only that, he tapped me and whispered the dreaded words, “I think you’re stained” in the creepiest way known to mankind. To say that I was embarrassed would be a gross understatement! All I wanted was for the ground to open and swallow me, haha! Luckily my aunt’s house was nearby so I went there and took care of my business.

It took me some time to get over that incident; thank goodness I did get over it eventually though. Lesson learnt, I carry extra tampons/pads everywhere I go now.

Ever experienced a tampon mishap? Feel free to share.

~XOXO

Kay.