The first time I met my boyfriend, I was on my period. But obviously, no one knew that except me and my sister who had to listen to me complain about my cramps.
He and I were going out for lunch at a cute little restaurant. I was wearing a brand new white sundress from Brandy Melville, the one with the open back and babydoll fit that everyone has seen.
After drinking an entire glass of iced green tea, I obviously had to pee. I went to the ladies’ room, and made a mental note to myself: “ok, be careful with the dress.. if you get blood on it, it’ll be so noticeable.” I finished up my business, washed my hands and went outside.
Waiting to leave, he got up and stared quizzically at me and asked, “Are you okay? Did you just trip?” I stared back in confusion “no..?” and he says, “I think there’s some blood on your dress..”
I looked down and indeed there was an unavoidable little red spot that somehow made its way onto my starch white dress. “Oh shit. Uhhhhh I’m kind of on my period,” I said, my face flushing redder than the stain.
Quite possibly the worst thing that could have happened. Thankfully, he laughed and said he had a sweatshirt in the car he could lend me. The whole thing blew over, but till this day, he still makes fun of me for it.
