Two very momentous things happened to me yesterday. I got the media coverage I really, really wanted for an event I put together. It was awesome. Fox 13, KSL, KCPW, the Salt Lake Tribune, all the major news outlets a pr gal could wish for..and right in the middle of that event, right when I HAD to be there and COULD NOT leave...I got my period. I knew it was coming. A girl can feel these things. But didn't know it would be right then and there. Oh, the joys of being a woman! It was all I could do to hope nothing bled through my favorite grey linen pants as I introduced our key speakers to the media.
Then, knowing I was all out of those special supplies that I knew I should have taken the time beforehand to get but kept forgetting to and that I would definetly need for the next four days or so, I went to my local grocery store and stocked up. This time making sure to get pleny of supplies, a whole years worth if I could; filled the whole basket. Now, if that's not embarrassing enough, I got in line with the basket full of feminine hygiene products, only to discover my ex-boyfriend's father right in front of me in line. "Oh, no," I panicked and quickly ducked out of line, raced around the store, feminine hygiene products in tow. I then came back around to where he was and ducked behind one of the aisles to wait for him to leave. I didn't care what other people in the store thought at this point...I didn't know THEM.
I don't think he saw me. He might have, but I didn't dare turn around to look back. Just then, as I was there, happy I'd escaped an embarrassing situation with a familial reminder of my ex-boyfriend, the song, "Lonely, I'm so lonely" came over the sound system. And there I was, all alone, first day of my period (which can be emotional enough) and a basket full of tampons, hiding from my ex-boyfriend's dad.