11/06/2002 03:39:00 PM [ link ]
Tim, I apologize in advance. I am shameless.
Countless stories I have read and movies I have watched lead me to believe that the laundromat is a prime place for lonely people to 1) find the man or woman of their dreams and 2) begin a budding romance. So, every few weeks, I trek to the laundromat. And every few weeks, I sit alone and watch the dryers spin, and leave cruelly disappointed. Is this "laundromat-come-singles bar" phenomenon merely a cheap device employed by fiction writers? I was beginning to think so, until today...
Today my laundry excursion somehow morphed into a date. And by "date", I mean that a blue-eyed boy reading Henry Miller smiled at me a lot and then asked if I would like to play Ms. Pacman. This time, sadly, there will be no budding romance. But I like to attribute that to my embarassingly bad Pacman skills more than anything else.
