Dirty Laundry

As I sat in the hard blue plastic chair watching my clothes tumble around in the jumbo sized coin operated dryer, my mind drifted through the large glass window behind me. Boredom didn't begin to describe my current state.

I had only been there for about forty minutes, but it seemed like an eternity. My daydreaming was interrupted by the occasional clang of the bells hitting the door as it was pulled open.

A thought suddenly occurred to me. 'It doesn't matter who you are or where you're at in life. When you enter a laundromat, everyone is equal'. I had watched a young presumably single dude come in, an older lady leave who looked like she could be on her way to church. I was somewhat intrigued by the diversity of the people that used the coin laundry facility.

It wasn't a particularly busy day at the washerette, I had only seen a small handful of people come and go. The dryer I was using still displaying that I had thirty three minutes left until my quarters ran out. 'My clothes should be dry by then.' I mused to myself as my mind floated off to other thoughts.

The vision of me sitting on a lake somewhere, drinking a beer and watching a motionless fishing pole was once again disturbed by the ringing of the door's bells. That's when he walked in.

Now, I'm not usually one to gawk at feminine looking guys. I like my men more manly and rugged. I have a thing for the bad boy look; tattoos, blue jeans and face stubble are my weaknesses.

However, in walked this guy. His hair was wavy and dyed a purplish pink. He was shorter, maybe five foot six and slim. His face almost looked elven with his high cheek bones, his small nose, slightly turned up at the end and his cobalt blue eyes. Man, he was pretty!

I watched him as he passed in front of me and walked to the change machine. I tried to turn away, but it seemed to be a useless endeavor for some reason.

Normally, a man in jeans with a thick... not fat, but country strong body in a pair of work boots drives me insane and turns my hole into a needy orifice that needs to be plugged. But this pretty guy did something different to me. My loins were on fire, my mind was searching for a way to start a conversation. However, I was uncomfortable with it all and tried to divert my attention to other things.

When he bent over to load his soiled garments into the double load, front loading washer, his ass poked up in the air like one of those pin up models leaning on the hood of a sixty three corvette. That's when he looked back and seen me watching him move.

I quickly turned away and I'm sure my face turned red because I felt the heat from my crotch quickly transferred to my cheeks. I fought with myself to keep my eyes focused on the dryer that was whirling my clothes round and round.

I didn't see him finish his task or walk in my direction. I was like a statue forced to gaze in some random direction. My attention was redirected to him when he sat down a couple seats over from me.

My face flushed again as I looked at him. "Hey." I said trying to be inconspicuously polite. I smiled through my obvious discomfort.

He smiled back and with a wave of his hand he replied "Hello."

That smile was gorgeous and seemed to make his pretty blue eyes dance across his pale face. I turned away again and faced my safety dryer as I felt my shorts get tighter.

I sat in an awkward silence feeling like I was being watched. I couldn't bring myself to verify it, but you know how it feels when you think someone is looking at you.

He broke the silence with his soft voice. "This place is pretty clean for a laundromat." He observed. He wasn't wrong. I've not been in many laundromats, but this one was cleaner than the others.