“What difference does it make if it has flaps or not? Both have the same utility.” He rolled his eyes as he handed her a pack of tabless pads.

He only had one task, to buy the type of pad you asked for. Well, he bought it, even though it was the wrong one, he bought it, that's what matters. In fact, he grabbed the first one he saw.

You live together, it started as a simple apartment sharing, and now Jason's room has become a guest room and he sleeps with you. Well, it goes without saying that you two are dating.

Let's say that when your period arrives, you get a little complicated to say the least. You make him go out to buy things for you, you stress about everything, you cling to him, even though he doesn't complain about it.

“Why would I understand pads? I'm not a woman." Jason sighed and sat down on the couch, throwing his head back. “You could have specified or sent a message saying what it was.” He took the soda from your hand and took a sip.

“I don’t keep memorizing everything you buy, that would be difficult even for those with a photographic memory.” Jason teased you. He hopes that at least tonight you won't kick him out of the room or hit him.