I just literally did a double-take when I walked into the laundromat to toss my delicates and blacks into the dryer.
There was this guy there - I'm gonna guess and say he was maybe 23 or 24, very cute in a I-really-have-no-interest-as-this-is-my-post- chicken-hawk-phase way. The kinda guy I'd definitely go for in the days when I was much more tragic about throwing myself at men who'd have nothing to do with me. You know, like last week.
Anyway, I gave him the once over while I was loading my washer, and he couldn't have been more obvious about communicating either (a) his lack of interest or (b) his heterosexuality (remember, I have no gaydar), so I finished my business, heaved a sigh for days gone by, and ran back to my apartment to finish cleaning out some drawers and closets so my friend Sal has a place to store his stuff while he stays in my apartment this summer.
When I had judged that the washing machines were done, I grabbed my finished Netflix and a book and headed back down to the laundromat. Alas, they weren't finished so I dashed across the street and dropped the Netflix in the mail (the last disc of the five-disc Queer as Folk Season 4, and an absolutely inscrutable sci-fi movie called Primer), and dashed back to the laundromat to move my clothes.
So I stroll into the laundromat and what do I see? This guy has stripped off his shirt and is doing his laundry bare-chested.
Hence the double take.
Look, I'm not saying I didn't appreciate the aesthetics, but who does that? What ever happened to taste and decorum? What ever happened to showing a little compassion for the sad old fellow you've just snubbed?!?
Jeez-o-man, people.
[Update] Okay, I had a chance to think about it, and it occurs to me that I'm hardly in a position to give this guy any grief. We live in an age where people strip all the time. And, really, am I (and a hundred thousand other bloggers) not doing the same thing -- psychologically -- every time I post to my blog?
Besides, he was pretty hot.
There was this guy there - I'm gonna guess and say he was maybe 23 or 24, very cute in a I-really-have-no-interest-as-this-is-my-post- chicken-hawk-phase way. The kinda guy I'd definitely go for in the days when I was much more tragic about throwing myself at men who'd have nothing to do with me. You know, like last week.
Anyway, I gave him the once over while I was loading my washer, and he couldn't have been more obvious about communicating either (a) his lack of interest or (b) his heterosexuality (remember, I have no gaydar), so I finished my business, heaved a sigh for days gone by, and ran back to my apartment to finish cleaning out some drawers and closets so my friend Sal has a place to store his stuff while he stays in my apartment this summer.
When I had judged that the washing machines were done, I grabbed my finished Netflix and a book and headed back down to the laundromat. Alas, they weren't finished so I dashed across the street and dropped the Netflix in the mail (the last disc of the five-disc Queer as Folk Season 4, and an absolutely inscrutable sci-fi movie called Primer), and dashed back to the laundromat to move my clothes.
So I stroll into the laundromat and what do I see? This guy has stripped off his shirt and is doing his laundry bare-chested.
Hence the double take.
Look, I'm not saying I didn't appreciate the aesthetics, but who does that? What ever happened to taste and decorum? What ever happened to showing a little compassion for the sad old fellow you've just snubbed?!?
Jeez-o-man, people.
[Update] Okay, I had a chance to think about it, and it occurs to me that I'm hardly in a position to give this guy any grief. We live in an age where people strip all the time. And, really, am I (and a hundred thousand other bloggers) not doing the same thing -- psychologically -- every time I post to my blog?
Besides, he was pretty hot.
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