I do the shopping in the house, and the only problem I have with buying pads is trying to find the right kind. I mean, thin, long, mini, midi, maxi, wings. (WINGS? Do you put them on the floor and they fly into place?)
I love the fish scent that wafts off of women who wear pads
Somewhat related,
I went to buy hygeine products for my ex once, and she told me to get something for ‘light days.’ (She never did have a heavy period). Well, I figured I’d get mini-pads. I seemed to remember Stayfree mini-pads from commercials some time back.
Well, it seems like mini-pads have dropped off the face of the earth. Everything was maxi or super-maxi. No mini-pads at all. Asking the pharmacy assistant, all she could suggest was liners.
So what happened to mini-pads?
I would buy them for my wife. But I think the reason men might be embarrassed is that they think any women in that aisle buying tampons might be embarrassed in there’s a guy around or he might be afraid that someone will think he’s some kind of pervert.
Two stories on this.
My friends father used to use pads to wax his car. Think about that for a minute! Walking home from high school with your friends, at an embarassing age anyway, to find your dad out front with pads stuck to his hands out in public in the middle of the day.
On the other hand (no pun intended!) I have guardianship of my friends 17 year old, and she never hesitates to call her dad up and ask him to go to the drug store for her. Not a problem for him.
Speaking as a person who has formerly been the cashier:
Don’t worry about it. They (cashiers) see so many weird things go across the scanner, it really doesn’t matter anymore. (Although I still wonder about the guy who was buying a rump roast and a tube of K-Y. But even on that one, I didn’t flinch. Just rang it up, took the money, and wished him good day.) Believe me, no matter what you’re buying, somebody else has bought something more embarrasing. Condoms? No problem. I respect you for being responsible. Tampons? Been there, done that, for both my mom and my wife. At least you’re not at the free clinic getting a shot of Penicillin.
I have no idea why a guy would be embarassed. The few times my wife asked me to pick some up, she apologized to me for asking. (?) The only requirement I have is that she give me the brand name and specific type she wants so I don’t have to go through a “I can’t use these!” scene.
Sheeesh. It’s just stuff in a box.
Tom~
My husband has no problem going to get that kind of stuff for me. Heck, within the first few months we got married he had to go get some other things that embarassed me. Getting off topic now but I’ll work my way back. I got really constipated and couldn’t go to the bathroom so he took me to the doctor who gave me a prescription and told me to get a Fleet Enema. Oh the horror! I was so embarassed. There I am at home feeling worse than I ever have in my life and my new husband has to go get an enema. He brings it home, hands it over to me, and says “You know Brenda, I think we’ve reached a new plateau in our relationship.” To this day I still laugh when I remember him saying that. And just for the nosey people here, no he didn’t have to give it to me. I just sent him to the store.
Back on topic now…Of course my husband goes to get them. He doesn’t really have a problem because everyone knows they aren’t for him. My father raised 3 daughters. He’d go get them too. Except my dad wouldn’t just buy a regular box. If there was such a thing as maxi-pads sold by the gross, that’s what he would get. Plus he’d buy a 12-pack of toilet paper because he says you have to wrap those things up to put them in the trash.
Then there was the time my mother sent my 10 year brother to the corner store to get them. He came walking down the block with the box and no bag. Just had them tucked under his arm as he passed every house to ours.
I’d rather buy a box of tampons than a box of condoms…
There was a guy who went in the store to buy some tampons but the box wasn’t priced. The clerk on the loud speaker called for a price check [all that actually happened to a guy in front of me the day after I read this story], the price person misheard it and thought she said ‘tacks.’ So she said back through the loud speaker, ‘is that the kind you push in with your thumb or hit with in a hammer?’
“I have gathered a posie of other men’s flowers, and nothing but the
thread that binds them is mine own.”
I’m not even gonna touch that one, Tom! 
“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.” - Anne Frank
My husband is like that too. I must be reeeeeeeeeeally specific, and I must also give him a back-up brand & type, just in case the store happens to be out of the brand I prefer.
Changing my sig, because Wally said to, and I really like Wally, and I’ll do anything he says, anytime he says to.
Ed goes to get my tampons, pads, wine (it helps the cramps), birth control pills, anything. But he expects me to pick out the porno movies, so it’s even.
I’m not a fallen angel, I’m a risen demon.
I don’t see why so many guys have a problem with buying tampons for their significant others, since it’s obviously not for them. What I hate is buying the things that might be for me, like the time I had to run down to the store to buy my girlfriend glycerine suppositories. You know how it goes. You step up to the check-out counter, and the cashier meets your eyes and smiles pleasantly. Then he or she rings up your purchase, says “Thank you” and continues to smile pleasantly, but doesn’t meet your eyes…
I don’t think I’d send anyone to the store to buy tampons without being specific. I have a certain kind I like and nothing else will do. I too, do not see what the problem is with men buying tampons for a woman. How come a woman would need a man to pick her tampons up for her? Too embarrased? Or is it cause it’s an emergency? I have no problem with going to the store and getting them myself.
All right, brain, I don’t like you and you don’t like me - so let’s just do this and I’ll get back to killing you with beer.
–Homer Simpson
My dad’s willingness to go out and buy sanitary supplies by the gross absolutely crippled me when I moved out and had to buy them on my own. . .
I remember those early days, wandering down the vast bright-pink plastic-wrapped aisle, having no idea what to buy MYSELF.
As for the OP, ya got me coach.
The one time I had to get a man to get me pads, I had just had surgery and started unexpectedly. My husband of the time had to get drunk to buy them. :rolleyes:
I am going to take this one step further. I think tampons need to be bought in bulk. A womam knows that she will have a regular need for them at least until her mid fourties. They would never have to worry about never having them, and would never have to torture their guys about buying some.
Then again, maybe the woman is just testing the man. Hormones are running high during that time.
I work at a Fortune 100 company in the… (drum roll, please) feminine protection division. The company has a reputation for being very conservative, very stiff. Anyway, you can imagine my surprise when I was being interviewed by a very serious, stoic man, who was literally surrounded by boxes of pads and tampons. On the shelf, on the desk, on the credenza. I think I got the job b/c I was the only candidate who didn’t bust out laughing.
And you haven’t lived til you’ve heard grown men talking about “absorbency” and “comfort” levels of maxi-pads.
Okay squeamish men, don’t worry this is not going to get sick, but I have two stories to illustrate why I am not longer embarassed asking for my bf to buy or buying the damn things myself.
First day of Basic training, yup you guessed it, but I was also really sick with the flu, so they were sending me to the doctor, except my “stuff” was still in barracks. So I’m standing there and my male Warrant Officer is saying “Okay so we will leave in about ten minutes.” I said, “Um, I have to run back up to the barracks first Warrant.” he says “What for?” So I whisper,“Tampons Warrant.” He turns and yells, in front of my whole troop, “Can someone drive this private back up to the barracks for her feminine protection?” So now my Master Corporal is driving me, now I am both sick and mortified I get up there and can’t find the stupid things. In the rush that moring someone has locked them in their locker. Now I had to go back outside and ask to be taken to the store. The clerk asked how things were going “up on the hill” I threw my box on tampons down. She said “Oh.” It wasn’t a good start.
Next story was in the field (camping) I had brought environmentally friendly tampons which is fine except it rained on them and they exploded (stupid cardboard). So on the way back on the bus, during a stop, I asked my officer if I could run up to a store about 50 feet away, he asked what for so I told him. A female officer overhead and said, “Oh I have some stuff.” We stepped on the bus and she started looking in her bag. Of course everyone on the bus,(at least two troops worth) being nosey started looking to see what we were looking for. She handed me a pad and I held it up for everyone to see, “Yes it is a pad,” I yelled." I am on my period, excuse me." I figured, screw being embarrassed.