Laundry, Love, and Life

It must have been my stylish outfit, the Spam t-shirt, the brown yoga pants, the old worn tennies, and the old black glasses all topped with my hair in a strange bun... I looked hot. This is quite a lie. Or maybe I have a newly single scent, but a man asked me to eat with him at 2am after we both finished our loads of laundry. He waited so he could finish at the same time as I did. He went and got a Mountain Dew as I did, except mine was diet. He struck up some small talk and I went along with it, figuring why not. Revealed nothing real personal, nothing that anyone who looked at my car couldn't figure out: That I work at the hospital. There's a parking permit hanging from my review mirror.

I said I was tired, which I was. But also, he was dirty, the sole of his shoe flopped around, he wore large glasses, and seemed kind of slow. He offered to carry one of my baskets out of the laundrymat, I thought it was cute, sweet even. But I declined his offer. It would have been weird having a stranger touch my clothes, the freshly washed clothes.

I drove home very fast, speeding out of the parking lot to ensure Mr. Are You Hungry could not follow me.

In today's other news, I miss Andrew. I saw him this morning. He came to drop my board game off. He brought another woman with him. At first, I thought he had a new girlfriend already, but then was introduced to one of his friend's wife. I was handed the game and I put a bag into the car that contained a clock made from a 1968 Mustang hubcap. I was going to give it to him for Valentine's Day, but he didn't deserve it then. However, he never really seemed to deserve it ever so I held on to it. But I couldn't take it back so I gave it to him with a little note that read, "I couldn't buy you a whole Mustang, so here is a part of one. The clock represents the time we spent together. " Then I signed my name. I looked into the car one last time, spying his graying mustache through the shadows inside the car. He looked at me and said, "I have to go to work." I said okay and good bye. I turned to walk back into the house hoping he noticed my ass as I walked away.