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  • #61
    Quoth Chazzie View Post
    But a guy who was online posted a COMPLETE tutorial on how to use one, in explicit detail and all the things to watch out for, how long it lasts, and so on.

    When asked how he knew SO MUCH, he answered that he had a lot of sisters.
    My son is like this. So much so that girls will occasionally ask him if he's got a tampon.

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    • #62
      Quoth draggar View Post
      It's funny when you're buying condoms and the cashier says "Have a good day".

      You bet!!!!
      Some buyers are super smug about buying condoms. Dude, when I'm an innocent sort of 17-year-old, and you're buying flowers and condoms, there is no need to talk about how you have a friend coming into town tonight while grinning suggestively. On the other hand, I do sometimes enjoy going, "Have a nice niiiight!" to anyone who is buying condoms nervously.

      I never know what to say to people buying pregnancy tests, though.

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      • #63
        I actually just remembered a story that does show one of the hazards of these things...slightly icky topic up next but something on the lines of "it happens." It might gross out some of the more weak-stomached so I wrote it in white...if you want to read it, highlight from here --->I remember something that happened to one of my poor teammates one day. We were in the gym practicing alongside the guys, when all of a sudden there was a bunch of male screaming and guys scattered every which way. This girl, L, abruptly burst into tears and shot off into the bathroom as fast as she could go, with the other girls chasing after her.

        I realized after glancing down that her pad had fallen out of her shorts and on the ground. The guys were acting stupid and horrified and running around like monkeys who had seen a snake. I just rolled my eyes, called them dumbasses, pulled my shirt off (I was wearing a sports bra), and used it to pick up the pad and take it to the trash, then put on a spare shirt and came back out and joined in as the coaches were lecturing/chewing the guys out about it.

        L was so upset, though, that she went home early and didn't come back to school for the rest of the week. But hey, she lived through it, right?
        <---to here.
        "Maybe the problem just went away...maybe it was the magical sniper fairy that comes and gives silenced hollow point rounds to people who don't eat their vegetables."

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        • #64
          What I want to know is why when I go into a drugstore, are these youngish cute cuys always stocking the "personal care" section ? They're putting those big boxes out on the shelves. I never see any girls or ladies stocking them, just guys.

          Ladies stock outher areas, but not this area.

          ?????

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          • #65
            Hmm, well, I don't know about your local stores, but when I worked at Kroger, the people who put out the stock were divided into 2 groups. We had Grocery, which was the vast majority of the product. They put out most of the stuff came in off the truck. There was also GM (General Merchandise). GM was the only department that could put their product out. They had things like clothing, stationary, toys, seasonal items, and the entire pharmacy/personal care product line including pads and tampons, adult diapers, condoms. Also shampoo, soap, deodorant, shaving cream/razors, OTC meds, and so forth. Now, most of our Grocery crew were men (I did work in their department when they were short of help, so did another girl. We were pretty much kicked out when the new Grocery manager took over and only wanted big, strong MEN - but that's another rant). The GM department was comprised of 3 women. Most people didn't see much of the GM gals because their shift was 4am - 2pm. Grocery was in the store from 6am (or 4 when a perishables truck came in) to 1030pm. So if anything considered GM was not on the shelf for most of the store's business hours, that was pretty much too bad because Grocery was never to tough any of GM's stuff.
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            • #66
              my dad WELCOMED it!!!!!! he be nervouse if we didnt need it....
              He was just confused what to BUY i had to SHow him the package

              MY hubby on the other hand!!!LOL
              well thank gos we have our own bathrooms!!!

              the tought of it is Aweful to him!

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              • #67
                Quoth MystyGlyttyr View Post
                I actually just remembered a story that does show one of the hazards of these things...slightly icky topic up next but something on the lines of "it happens." It might gross out some of the more weak-stomached so I wrote it in white
                There are people who would actually get grossed out by this? I thought it was funny, myself.

                I've never had a problem with embarassment. I once had a girlfriend who, when we first started dating went to the store with me. While there she got some tampons and for some odd reason actually DEMANDED I buy them. That was the first sign that she had problems. Turns out she was some kind of man hater and wanted to see if I would get embarassed. When I bought them without flenching it made her mad and she started trying to pick a fight. Needless to say that she and I didn't last long.

                What I don't get is the guys who will actually be nervous/embarassed about buying condoms. What is there to be nervous/embarassed about in that situation?

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                • #68
                  Quoth Shengirl View Post
                  I never know what to say to people buying pregnancy tests, though.
                  Well, no matter what outcome they are hoping for, I figure the best thing to say to these people is "Good luck!"

                  Pretty much covers all bases, don'tchya think?

                  "The Customer Is Always Right...But The Bartender Decides Who Is
                  Still A Customer."

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                  • #69
                    Quoth vonkarolinas View Post
                    What I don't get is the guys who will actually be nervous/embarassed about buying condoms. What is there to be nervous/embarassed about in that situation?
                    The whole "Price check on the condoms/embarrassing hygienic product!" when the whole store can hear it but it never happens. It can also be a sucky employee.

                    What's fun though (Hey, I'm young and of course I'm going to do stupid things) Is to purposely mess up your hair and clothes, buy the condoms, and make a mad dash out the store. And yes I am guilty of it.
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                    • #70
                      I found out that pads make great ice packs. When I was in the military and we helped support the Boy Scout Jamboree in Fort AP hill in VA, and it was during the summer and it was awfully hot out there, about 100 deg far in the shade. Well pads were a heck of a lot cheaper than ice packs and we just grabbed several economy pack, soaked them and put them in the fridge. They were not only we but were cold and did the trick for the overheated kids and adults. The boys were a bit mortified when they found out what we were using, but we had big guns, so there were not many complaints.
                      Woman are like guns, if you don't treat us right, we'll blow up in your face!

                      Pain is your bodies way of telling you that you're still alive.

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                      • #71
                        My partner, Edible_hat's fine with it, as long as he doesnt see the squeamish side of it (well I make sure he doesn't see the squeamish side of the monthly fiend) and he actually comes with me to the shops and watch me purchase a pack of pads or pays for it (he did recently when I forgot to buy a packet when I was able to- oopsy) so he's going to be able to handle buying pads. I find buying condoms alot more embrassing than pads though because everytime I need to buy some, there is alot of old people walking up and down that asile ( it's usually with painkillers, shaving, make up needs etc) so I'd be like >.>.... <.<.... *waits for the old lady to crawl along past me , not daring to look at the brands until she does go past me* so yeah... I can't even explain why I just find that part more embrassing... But yeah my partner is good about it, and even laughed at the embrassed man on tv one day, a commerical about him and his new g/f and he asks her to tell him everything about what he asks, as in eyelash curler, toe seperator for nail polishing, that sort of thing, then holds up a pad, and his grin quickly fades when she tells him what they are for , then cue to closed bathroom door and his yelling that he's scarred for life lol

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                        • #72
                          Quoth draggar View Post
                          It's funny when you're buying condoms and the cashier says "Have a good day".

                          You bet!!!!
                          I've done that before. When I worked at Walmart, a guy came through my line with a bunch of roses and a box of condoms. I had a habit of telling most customers to 'Have a nice day' when I was done checking them out.

                          He grinned at me and said "Oh...I will."

                          I never had anyone who was embarassed about buying pads or condoms though.

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                          • #73
                            Between primarily female relatives, mostly female friends, and several girlfriends, I have no qualms about buying feminine hygiene projects of any type.

                            I suppose the weirdest case I have was I was given a list by a friend of mine, since I was going out to the store anyway, he gave me 20 bucks, which would be more than enough.

                            The list was:
                            1 tube of KY Jelly
                            1 box (brand I can't remember) tampons
                            1 box of Ultra-Sensitive Trojans

                            I was making some treats for a party we were having later and my list was
                            1 can of spray whip cream
                            1 box of chocolate covered cherries
                            1 box of non-pareils
                            1 quart of chocolate icecream
                            1 pound of strawberries

                            I put it all on the register and the clerk just looked at me strange for a minute (it was also 2am) before I put the divider between his and mine and said "Two orders here, please."

                            "Having a party?"
                            "Yes."
                            "Meh, I'm probably not even going to get to have any of this stuff..." and I gestured to encompass the ENTIRE belt.

                            It proved true, I didn't get to eat any of my home mixed ice cream sundae =(
                            Ma'am, I could care less about the time your precious Fifi found a baby squirrel and raised it as her own, I just want to know if you've ever been told you had diabeetus.

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                            • #74
                              Alright, here’s my tampon tale to share:

                              When I was nine years old, I fell off my bike and the seat hit me squarely between the legs. I didn’t know it at the time, but I had internal bleeding and it…well, it came out the nearest hole. So I biked back home, where my extended family was assembled for a no-particular-reason party. I stumble into the kitchen, where my mom is casually chatting away with her brothers and sisters-in-law when she sees me crying.

                              Mom: “What’s wrong?” Sounding very concerned.

                              Me: “I’m bleeding in my pants!” Loud enough that every adult relative could hear me easily. She got a mortified expression on her face and whisked me into the bathroom.

                              “That’s normal, honey,” she reassures me quickly, and starts looking. Well, all she had were tampons. After much digging, she finally found a pad. A super-large, super-absorbent pad that is meant to last all day and provide full coverage for any position. She gets the pad-diaper situated for me and starts explaining.

                              Me: So basically I’m going to bleed every month until I die!

                              Mom: No! Not until you die! Just until you reach menopause; that’s around 50 years old. You get hot flashes and mood swings for a year.

                              Me: This sucks! I don’t wanna bleed every month for 40 years and then have hot flashes!

                              Mom: Well, if you didn’t have your period, then you couldn’t have babies.

                              Me: Why not?

                              Mom: Because your period is the unfertilized egg being cleaned out.

                              Me: I’m bleeding dead babies???!!!

                              Mom hastily backtracked to explain that it’s the uterine lining, it wasn’t a baby at all, it was my body changing the sheets in the nursery in case a baby ever did want to move in. (her metaphor, not mine, and I know now that the unfertilized egg does get washed out, but trust me when I say I didn't need to know that then.)

                              Then she reiterated that a period is really a blessing; now I’m a woman, I always have an excuse for losing my temper, and I can eat chocolate all day for medicinal purposes. I wasn’t very convinced; keep in mind that I was in pain from what my mom thought was cramps but was really, y’know, internal bleeding. Afterwards, she asked if I had any questions.

                              Me: “Yeah, what else have you been lying to me about?” My mom started laughing helplessly. If this sounds like a sucky “facts of life” speech to you (it does to me) then just remember, she didn’t think she’d have to go through this for 3 more years, and she was planning to tell me before I started bleeding and panicking.

                              Later that evening, my mom realized that this was way too much blood, and asked what I was doing when it started. “Falling off my bike.” (Parents take note: learn to ask the right questions.) So of course I went to the emergency room, and had surgery, and all that stress and confusion was for naught. I was fine once they got me stitched up, though I did make them wait for an hour while they tried to find a girl doctor. No way in hell a boy was going to touch me there. My momma trained me so well she couldn't undo her own damage

                              Sanitary napkins, now...I didn't learn what those were for years. I asked what 'sanitary' meant in that aisle when I was 6, so I always assumed women needed very clean napkins for some reason Tampons got explained away with "those go inside you" and that was all I needed to hear! Diapers were obviously my best choice
                              "If everyone is thinking alike, someone isn't thinking." - George Patton

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                              • #75
                                My husband grew up with all brothers. I asked him ONCE to buy tampons. He drove me to Walgreens and waited in the car for me. Poor guy!

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