Your boyfriend, Elton, lumbers down the stairs. You're both 25 years old. He sees you sitting in a chair in the 70s style living room, looking uncomfortable. He walks closer to you, his sincere brown eyes sparkling in the light. He sits next to you, putting an arm around your shoulder affectionately.

"Whats wrong, love?"

He asks in his falsetto British voice.

"Oh, don't even say it. I know you're on your period, aren't you..."

Unlike most men, he doesn't mind talking about it.