Page 2 of Almost Dating
He held out his hands for the laundry basket. His glance fell to a pink lacy bra right on top of the pile, and he felt his ears burn. Fortunately, she didn’t seem to notice.
“Nah, I got it. Nice to meet you, Barry.” She padded toward the stairs heading to the basement laundry.
“Hey, Pink Hair, what’s your name?”
She barked out a laugh and turned. “It’s Pink Hair.”
“Do you like birds?” he blurted.
Her brows shot up. “Uh, sure.” Then she kept going, out of sight.
Do you like birds? Real smooth, guy. This is exactly why you’re still single.
His eye caught on something pink on the stairs. Pink Hair was gone, but she’d dropped something. He went to fetch it—a pink thong. What to do? Should he follow her to the laundry room and hand it to her? He quickly ran the possible outcomes through his mind.
Him: Hey, Pink Hair, I found your panties on the stairs.
Her: A) Thank you! I’m
B) Gross! I don’t even know you, and you followed me to the basement, holding my most private unmentionables? (Likely results, probability 85%.)
C) Throw them out, weirdo! ’Nuf said. (Worst-case scenario, 14%.)
He didn’t like those odds.
Barry stuffed the thong in his pocket and headed back to his apartment. With minimal handling (he wasn’t an animal), he tossed the thong in the hamper to be washed and returned at some later date when he hoped they’d look back on this incident like some funny, inside joke between them.
