|Pic taken from TamponCrafts.com|
I'm extremely pleased that he doesn't get that icky feeling when the words "tampon" or "cramps" are introduced into our dinner conversation. Maybe he grew up with cool sisters or has a politically active mother or maybe he read the Feminine Mystique once in college. However, he crossed the line from an being an open-minded gentlemen to a slightly-odd punk when I found an old box of tampons in his junk drawer. They were nestled in amongst his scotch tape and dental floss. Great.It's funny; this happened to me once. I found a crusty, corroded box of Tampax waaaay in the back of my dude's bathroom closet. I fished 'em out and said something like, "You planning on making some vampire tea later?" He said, "Ew, gross. Those are like, a million years old. Toss that shit away." So I did, with relish. Ya hear me? WITH RELISH!
Your ex-girlfriend is gone, buddy, and so is her Aunt Flow. He either doesn't do much spring cleaning, or he is convinced that if the funsticks stay, she'll somehow come back, retrieve them, and give him another shot. Either that or he is trying to send a message to any woman who enters his bedroom: this is a no-babymaking lair.
I do him the courtesy of not wearing my ex-boyfriends' t-shirts when he's around, I would think that courtesy would extend both ways.