When I was 17, I had the most awful crush on a local guy who was older and training to be a nurse.
I ended up in A&E one night with agonising pain (appendicitis) and had to give a urine sample. The (female) nurse gave me one of those cardboard bed pans and a tiny sample jar and sent me off to the toilet. I peed in to the pan then decanted into the jar but my period had arrived and so there was blood in the sample. Figured I’d just explain nonchalantly to the female nurse.
Get back to the nurses’ station and she’s gone but, of course, my crush is there.
I just kind of left the sample on the bench and scuttled off but he called me back. He was actually holding up my pee jar.
“It looks like there’s a lot of blood here, have you been passing blood?”
“Eh no, that’s just my, eh, period”.
“It looks like there’s a lot of clots”
Then he checked back on my chart to see when my last period was (based on info I gave at triage).
“Your chart says your last period was 6 weeks ago”.
“Yeah, I tend to have long cycles”
“Hrm, I’m just concerned about the level of clotting here. Is there any chance you could be pregnant?”
“No”.
“Are you sure?”
“Definitely”
“Even a remote chance?”
“No”
Penny drops.
“Are you sexually active?”
“No”
So yeah, told the guy I was in love with at 17 that I was a clotty virgin.