Today, my beanies, is a weird day. To follow up a weird couple of months.

I told you about the weird guy who sent me the picture of him in the bathroom with his chest all puffed out and how it was creepy and how I decided to just…not…do…anything with that nonsense.

I have been trying to do my laundry for two weeks now.
Week before last I was thwarted by panic attacks.
Last week I was thwarted by weather.
Today I decided I couldn’t be thwarted by anything because I HAVE NO CLEAN ANYTHING.
And, I was pushing full of momentum, even! I made it home from work, promptly moved the two bookcases from my trunk, moved my laundry to said trunk and went to the store to buy cleaning supplies and finally to the laundromat.
There were a kabillion people at the laundromat.
I panicked.
Hard
and fled the scene.
But not too far (no clean anything).
I sat in the parking lot a few stores away from the laundromat and listened to the beautiful Cary Elwes finish up his audiobook and patiently watched the cars in the lot. I told myself: I’ll go in when about half of those cars leave.
Its a good plan. People stay in the laundromat 1-2 hours. I had been sitting in my car for about an hour at that point. I figured I’d wait another hour and then half the cars should be gone and I could quietly do my laundry with no people around.
20 minutes after I made this call 6 cars drove up.
6!
Guys!
6!
I gave up (I was also getting hungry and had to pee. Leaving was just good sense.).
And who is in the parking lot as Im gathering my cleaning supplies and heading towards my door?
WEIRDO WHO SENT ME THE PICTURE OF HIMSELF IN THE BATHROOM WITH NO SHIRT AND HIS CHEST ALL PUFFED UP.
gross.
He’s all “Hey Ms. Lady. Are you ignoring me?”
And I told him I was creeped out by his gross picture.
He said that it wasnt inappropriate (just skeevy is all). And that he wouldn’t send me inappropriate pics because Im a lady and he wouldn’t disrespect me like that. And then he asked if he could text me.
And I was like…
…..erm…if you want?
And then he was all….
are you going to reply?
Um….
he. he.
Odds are not good. But dont take it personally. Im real bad at such acts of communication.
Oh. I’m really good at being really patient.
….is…that…a…threat?
I am not capable of doing this.
I dont WANT to do this.
How come I cant wake up x amount of years in the future already married and having skipped over all of this grossness?:
How come I can’t be swept off my feet Cary Elwes?
How come I cant be a sister-wife/tripod with Aj Mclean and his beautiful wife?
Honestly, gang, its like Paula Abdul said I take one step forward and then 2 steps back.
Sing it, Paula.
Love, February.

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