little bitty girl

I was just discussing with a friend about periods and the first time; and it brought back memories of my very own experience. Stefan is a little wary of me talking about personal stuff, but I talked about poop for Pete's sake! Surely, I can talk about anything now. Besides, it's not as if I am going to divulge any gory details.

There were FIVE things that made me remember the experience very well -
(1) I got mine later than most girls in my grade got theirs, so let me tell you, I was supremely relieved when I actually did.
(2) After feeling relief, I felt pain.
(3) My mum never really explained the whole process to me, other than the obvious part, so I then thought I would be bleeding for THE REST OF MY LIFE.
(4) My mother embarrassed me by announcing the coming of my "womanhood" by announcing it to my brothers (who just shrugged nonchalantly and went back to watching TV) and father (who probably also wanted to die of embarrassment).
(5) THIS IS THE BIG ONE - my Dad made it worse, by hurriedly patting me on the head, and telling me that he was "proud" of me. For what? For bleeding? Geez Louise, Dad! I still cringe at the thought after all these years. (Thank goodness my dad doesn't read my blog, so at least HE doesn't have to relive the experience.)

So guys, here are some words of advise -

(1) When your girlfriend wants something during this time, just give it to her. It could save your life.
(2) Stock your bathroom with lots of advil and other personal effects that the girlfriend might need.
(3) When you're a dad and your daughter gets her period, just pretend you didn't hear it and keep talking about that awesome goal/boobs/car you saw on TV.
(4) Just nod, and be prepared to say "Yes" or "No" whenever appropriate and also repeat this mantra to yourself - I'd rather be happy than right. At least 10 times.
(5) And when I say I want chocolate, and it may be 2 weeks after the fact, just give it to me, DAMNIT!