This will haunt me forever!
When I was younger I'd split up with my first full term boyfriend of for years. I'd never sexually been with anyone else. I'd met this REALLY nice lad who we will call James, he'd took me out on a few dates here and there and I'd got to know him quite well. The time came when he'd asked me to stay over at his on a Saturday night. I ummed and ahh'd as I had work on the Sunday at 1pm but figured I could make it to work on time if I jumped on the tram the next morning. He lived with his parents but they were on holiday. That Saturday morning I came on my friggin period! I was gutted, this was my opportunity if you know what I mean, I joked with him before I came to his house that I needed chocolate and a hot water bottle and he was really kind about it. Anyway, I ended up staying the night and he was a proper gent. He had a border collie too called Max (I think, this was a while back) who was super cute. Phew.. here goes;
The next day I got up and had a shower. I'd slept with a sanitary towel on that night and before I got in the shower I realised they had no bin in the bathroom?! (I thought that was really weird but his mum was pretty old if that makes sense.. maybe they didn't need one) I wrapped the pad up in tissue and popped it in my bag. Now I don't know what or WHY I did this but I remember thinking "ew I need to bin this out of my bag." I sneaked downstairs to the kitchen and shoved the pad as far down in the kitchen bin as I could. James had one brother no sisters.
Time passes and James walks me downstairs to leave for work. In the living room his dog was going WILD running around with something in his mouth. Yes, to my horror Max had my sanitary towel in his mouth and was tossing it in the air and catching it, he had blood around his fucking mouth. All I heard was James say "what the fuck is that thing." All the fibres were separated and it was everywhere. I literally dived across that living room floor and rugby tackled that dog for the remainder of that pad. It turned out the dog had emptied the whole bin in the kitchen just for my pad. Our goodbyes were extremely awkward. I cried on the met to work and never spoke to James again.