If you’ve never heard of a “Period Fairy”, you’re not the only one — until I heard the story of Dave the Period Fairy, I, too, was ignorant about this very special kind of superhero. But honestly, we all need a Dave in our lives, and here’s why.
Reddit user I_Removed_Something was hiking with some friends when every woman’s nightmare happened: she unexpectedly started her period.
So we’re hiking for hours, nothing is happening, then about twenty minutes from the end of the trail, it hits me. I didn’t feel it coming at all, and it’s like four days early. I immediately slink back like 20 feet from the group and start having a panic attack. I had NOTHING on me and I was wearing shorts. At least they were black, but they wouldn’t hold much. I’d also 100% bleed up the Uber.
Enter Dave, the Period Fairy and literal angel on Earth.
Like five minutes later, after I’d decided on stuffing my bra down my shorts, Dave looks back and notices me walking like a goblin. To my horror, he falls back and starts walking next to me. He leans in and whispers,
“Do you need to pee?”
I’m like, huh? Then I realized I’m like doubled over with my hands on my crotch. Seemed obvious.
“No, I, that’s not,” I’m stammering.
“Period issue?” he says next.
At that point I’m like this and I just mumble “yeah.”
And then, this guy, this fucking glorious, magnificent guy, he calls out to John and Teddy: “Hey, Jane’s scraped her arm on a tree or some shit, I’m gonna tend to it but it’s gonna be like five minutes. Just get to the road and set up lunch and call the car.”
John says sure and the two of them keep on walking. Dave slides off his magical backpack and opens a pouch on the front of it. “Pads or tampons?” he says.
I mutter “tampons,” completely stunned at all this. He pulls out three tampons, the good kind, and a handful of wet-naps. Hands them to me and then he opens the main compartment and pulls out a long sleeve black t-shirt. “Go in the trees and take care of it, then tie the shirt around your waist.” He then pulls out a big band-aid and slaps it on my arm to keep up his cover story.
I ask him why he had these, he’s just like, “I’ve been hiking with women for years, you think I’m stupid?”
Honestly, I can’t even imagine this happen, mostly because every time I mention my period to any man in their life they grimace like I’ve stabbed them in the gut and then stutter out incoherent sentences that sound something like, “You… should talk… about this… to another woman…”
If we had more men like Dave, though, we could possibly destroy the stigma around periods, a very natural occurrence that happens to a large majority of women quite a few times a year. Um, wait, why do we stigmatize it again?
Anyway, I_Removed_Something ended her post with perhaps the most relatable question of all:
I think I love Dave now. Is it normal that I love Dave?
Honestly, I love Dave. Can I have one?