Okay, so I chose the Laundromat as a date night with myself and I really do have a movie to relate it to. The evening was actually pretty great. Yes, I said "date" and "great" while referring to hanging out at the Laundromat - alone.
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Normally, a trip to the Laundromat
is an entire afternoon production with my son. He gets bored very easily. I also
normally choose the weekend, when it's pretty busy, which makes you feel rushed
to get your stuff out of the washers/dryers as soon as it says 0 on the timer.
So this time I chose a Tuesday, and I strategically chose a particular Laundromat.
What was
strategic about it? Well let's be honest and you can hate me or love
me for being this honest. The possibility of
meeting someone in a grungy spot means I won’t likely meet anyone
who'd have potential ... a cleaner and yuppie urban located Laundromat might. I
figured that men living closest to this location would be the ones who use it. This,
then, equals to a guy who chooses to live in that yuppie urban
neighborhood. See where I am going with this?
Now with that said, I
remind all of you, I am not strictly doing this blog and location choosing to
go man hunting and expecting to meet the man of my dreams. It's more about
putting me in more places that offer opportunities for all kinds of things.
Have you figured out which
movie I thought of as inspiration for this one? Let me give you a few
hints... 2002, Josh Hartnet and Shannyn Sossamon.... yes, "40 Days
and 40 Nights".
*Clip borrowed from MovieClips Channel
on You Tube.
If you haven't seen this
hilarious romance comedy here is a trailer from ZUGuide
Movie Trailers Channel on YouTube to
give you a little more insight to the actual movie: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cXI4RGgNk7s
Now I don't have the issues
Josh's character does- trying to get over some past relationship or choosing
some celibacy path to do it, but you have to admit, pretty interesting
place to meet someone.
The Laundromat is so casual. You never
really dress for the Laundromat. Generally, I tend to wear whatever I
don't care to miss when washing this round, since I'll be without that
item until the next laundry trip. The Laundromat is also incredibly relaxing
in general. Well for me it is, it forces me to just hang out
and just wait.
I chose to just read my
Artist's Way book and take in the ‘silence’, no other obligations, nothing.
It's like sitting back and sipping on your coffee at a coffee shop. Extra
bonus, this new Laundromat is actually one of the cleanest I have ever used and
all their machines were actually working!
As for the men situation, yes,
there were lots of men that came to this one, and some cute ones, too. One catch - They
all were picking up or dropping off their laundry with the Laundromat lady! Looks
like those who use a yuppie urban neighbourhood Laundromat either:
A. Rather pay others to
just get the job done, or they don't have the time, nor care to ever do that
task themselves, i.e. my dishes. I loathe that job so I pay someone to come do
them for me. Don't laugh, who loves doing dishes?
B. They don't know how to
do their laundry. Perhaps they are the boy whose mother did their laundry for
them. I have dated that guy, the one who had his mother still do his laundry when
living with me even though we had a working washer in dryer in our house! He
dropped it Friday and she'd have it done and on hangers Sunday. But
some guys are like that, still a little attached to letting their mom do things
for them. Not exactly the type of guy I am looking for.
The only people who came in
that night to actually do their laundry themselves included a gay guy, a girl,
and some guy who literally carried his laundry in from the trunk of his truck,
handful by handful. *Tip for that guy, at least use a garbage bag. :)
I did enjoy my evening,
sitting back and relaxing, alone and I have decided to make time every week,
during the week, for a trip to a Laundromat again. Maybe it will be a different one
each time; you never know who I may meet during one of my next visits.
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