Tinder Chick Tells Dudes That She’s On Her Period Right Off The Bat–Responses Varied


I could not be a woman. I can hardly make it through the month without accidentally shitting myself, never mind bleeding out of my genitals without warning. I honestly think girls don’t get enough credit for that. I occasionally forget to wear pants, no chance I would be mindful enough to pack a menstrual sponge in my purse (that I would undoubtedly lose) for “emergencies.”

Often times, dudes are dismissive of girls’ natural bodily functions. I was with my ex-girlfriend for over a year and a half and never heard her fart (opposites attract), never even got a whiff of doo doo sauce after I went into the bathroom after her, and she never outwardly told me that she was on her period, unless ya boy was getting a little frisky. FIST BUMP, bro! No? k.

So it would probably throw me for a loop if a potential suitor straight up told me that she was having her period. Not that I think it’s necessarily gross, it’s just not something that gets my engine running. Much like me telling a girl my bank account balance ($61). It changes the game a bit, for better or for worse.

A writer over at Styleite who was curious how the average dude would react to bluntly admitting she was on her period took to Tinder to find out just that.

As you’d expect, the responses varied.

Whoever said men were barbaric, unemotional creatures can suck on this!!

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And then there were the dudes who expressed interest, but like, not when she’s on the rag.

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And then the guys who must have lost their phones after hearing the news. Only explanation I can think of at the moment.

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And then the bros who didn’t pay too much mind to the news. Try being thirstier than the first dude. Can’t.

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One dude doesn’t care what state her vagina was in, he was all-in from the get go.

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What do you think, bros? Which dude would you be?

[h/t Unilad]

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Matt’s love of writing was born during a sixth grade assembly when it was announced that his essay titled “Why Drugs Are Bad” had taken first prize in D.A.R.E.’s grade-wide contest. The anti-drug people gave him a $50 savings bond for his brave contribution to crime-fighting, and upon the bond’s maturity 10 years later, he used it to buy his very first bag of marijuana.