A friend of mine and I had gotten pretty smashed at a party. Things got kind of weird and he asked me up to his room. We started to make out pretty badly. Suddenly, I harshly pushed him away, landed on all fours next to the trash can, and started to vomit continuously. Talk about ruining the moment!
The next morning I wake up and find blood stains on his bed! I was mortified, to say the least. I thought I had finished my cycle two days before, but as the smeared red stains on the sheets indicated, I surely wasn't!
I dreaded having to tell him but didn't want his finding out himself when I'd left. It TOTALLY grossed him out. Even worse, his roommates looked on curiously as I proceeded to bleach the stains then to strip his bed of the stained sheets.
When I had returned everything, clean and somewhat new, all the guys were sitting in the den watching TV - and ME as I entered the room with the clean sheets.
Lucky for me, I get to see this guy EVERY SINGLE DAY!!!