When guilt overrides the swoon

You know that you have yourself a keeper when the man volunteers to run to the store to get you feminine products and go grocery shopping. I was laying in bed, huddled into a little pathetic ball, cursing at Eve for picking the damn apple, and the man bundled up, asked me to write a list, reminded me that he loved me, and went out into the cold. Oh. My. God. Can you say alpha male?

Whenever my Dad is pestering me about something, all I have to do is grab at my pelvis and say that I'm cramping and the man is out the door with skid-marks from his shoes trailing behind him.

I'm sure I am going to receive polar opposite reactions from the different sexes on this one. I assume the testosterone pumped men are going to groan and say that the man has no dignity, that tampons are "ewwie." Oh, but the ladies-- the ladies are going to rejoice, for there is still hope in the world. A man that would do that plays the role as an oasis in the desert for the romantically starved. Luckily the majority of my viewers are female. I wonder what that says about me. Maybe it says that I talk about periods too much. That tends to drive men away, right?

I just destroyed my boyfriend's dignity and I'm bragging about it.

He's probably in the feminine hygiene aisle by now too. Poor guy.

...WHAT HAVE I DONE?!