John couldn't remember a time he dated a woman who had a period. He had started dating Kenzie who's a 24 years old and still very much in the middle of having a menstrual cycle. She's the type that wants to be left alone and not have anyone help her. John knew she still menstates, and when it happens. John hasn't really been around her when she has it cause she keeps to herself he knows it's just how she is, but it hurts a little. They had just moved in together a little while ago, and it was that time of the month for her. To say he wasn't so used to modern women and how they weren't ashamed was an understatement he didn't think it was bad he just grew up in a time where you didn't talk about it openly. She looked like hell when she came out of their room and down to the kitchen he knew it'd happen once they'd move in together, but he still wasn't ready. He watched her walk into the kitchen and look at what there was to eat and get huffy he chuckled to himself a little, seeing the huff and the little foot stomp. John: What's the matter sweetheart? he asked, sipping his coffee. Little did the poor bastard know that sound would drove her up a wall