Once Upon my Polka Dot Undies

"This is all your fault, you know." I said to him with narrowed eyes as we stood in the small cubicle in the women's toilets, trying to hide from our families.

"How is this my fault? Our parents planed this behind our backs, I had nothing to do with it!" he hissed back. I shook my head.

"I mean it's all your fault we have to tolerate each other's faces in the first place. If you hadn't lied to your dad about me being your assistant and girlfriend to get him off your sorry case, you lazy bastard! Of all people, you had to be my psychiatrist's son." I spat back.

"Well maybe if you hadn't forgotten your panties in the tumble drier that one time in the Laundromat, kicked me in the nuts and walked in on me while I was sleeping in my father's office then maybe we wouldn't have even met."

"What? You were the one who tried to grope me before you even knew my name." I said to him.

He groaned, like I was the problem. "Bitch!"

"Jerk!" I spat back.

I sighed. Who knew that one pair of polka dot undies and my extremely bad timing could get me in such a situation.