The Only Hot Stuff Is In The Dryer

So now that I'm living in an apartment, I no longer have the luxury of my own washer and dryer. Oh, how I miss them! As a result, I have been reintroduced to the infamous laundromat.

It is yet another reminder that life is not like the movies.

I have yet to be folding clothes only to find some hot guy has a stain on his shirt and is forced to hang out shirtless while he washes it. Not only are there no hot shirtless guys, there are no hot guys period.

Perhaps I'm going to the wrong laundromat, or maybe they all of have girlfriends who do their laundry for them. Whatever the reason, the places I've visited are a far cry from those depicted by Hollywood.

Oh well, do I really want to meet a cute guy as I'm throwing my bra and panties into the wash? Probably not.