What will happen, if you combine a night out, an tall Australian guy, and a hotel room?

So there she was, having what she thought would be a perfectly standard one-night stand with a tall, charming, blond Australian. During a work night out, things were going well, really well; I mean until Mother Nature decided to crash the party.

Midway through, she suddenly realised her monthly visitor had arrived early… and no, not quietly. By the time they noticed, the bed looked like a crime scene in a detective show.

Now, most people might panic, make awkward excuses, or attempt a midnight laundry run (I mean, it was in a hotel; they should be used to this?). But no, not this guy. Nope. He just laughed, scooped her up, and said, “Well, guess we’re moving this to the shower.”

And so they did.

Once the fun was over, he casually strolled, still glowing with post-shower confidence, to the hotel reception and said, in the most relaxed voice imaginable:
“G’day, mate. We’ve had a little accident with the bedsheets. Nothing serious, just one of those monthly things. Mind swapping them out?”

Reception nodded, crisis averted.

He went straight back to the bar they met down the road for another drink, and she, well… she went home with a story she won’t remember, and a face with a colour the bedsheets were she left behind.

“Your period is a sign your body is strong, capable, and beautifully doing what it’s designed to do.”