There's this guy I've been stalking that comes into the laundromat. He started coming in about a month ago. He's good looking, but, in that totally awkward way, which I love. Tall, looks a little like Demetri Martin. He's a converse shoe wearing guy. I think he's a nerd, but, like a sexy nerd. So, I'm sure he's good with the ladies, because, chicks dig nerds. He's good-looking in that non-threatening kinda way. But, he does really odd things, like odd...I guess, because, it's just him. Like, where I work, you can pick out whatever movie you want while you do your wash. (If your a launder and linger...some people are launder and leavers.) He's not, he hangs out and does his shit there, but, he always picks out...Romantic movies...huh? Right!! Odd, for a guy. I totally want to give him shit, but, we don't have that kinda rapport. But, he reads really good books. I mean, he's not walking around with a copy of "The Notebook".
That's not all!! He also still uses a walkman, not a diskman people, but a walkman!! Like he makes mixed tapes. I'm a little weirded out, and a little turned on. He's always wearing this ugly army jacket, and looking all broody. But, then the romantic comedy's? I don't get it? I seriously want to take this kid in the back room. I do!! I have really naughty fantasies about him.
Like the other day he was in here doing his laundry, and I imagined I walked up to him with a note that said "back office, five minutes" Then he came in, and I like pushed everything off the counter and we just started going at it. Clothes flying everywhere, kissing, touching, slapping, like the movie The Secretary meets the movie The Postman Always Rings Twice, but, in a laundromat...so wrong, but, so right.
Yet, this kid doesn't even know I exist. What a douche! Oh well, doesn't hurt to stalk.
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