I woke up quite early this Sunday morning, as I knew the end of month was near, and my stress levels tend to relax on that notion. We had spent most of the weekend preparing for a visit from one of my gf’s friends. I’m sure I slacked in true guy fashion but this time, I’ve been recovering from a deadly flu this last two weeks so assistance was at minimal. Additionally I’ve noticed getting sick is a great way to shed a few lbs: I’ve lost 10 so far!.
Being in a building without laundry is quite a pain. I’ve grown more accustom to the expense of sending it out, and having it clean, folded and ready for the closet in a few days without lifting a finger. But at a dollar a pound, this adds up. So every so weeks, we are the couple schlepping through soho with our laundry to the 24 hr laundromat in the village to save 40 bucks.
On a good day, we can get our load in, head to Washington Sq park to people watch, listen to the hippies play, a round of Pétanque or just hang with a book before heading back to dry and fold. This last weekend, we came back for the monotonous folding rituals and I got a relationship shocker….
My mate likes to make sure her jeans and towels are crispy hot when they sizzle out of the dryer so as I’m playing hot potato with our cloths, dumping them into the basket some paper pops out of the dryer on to the floor. We both look down and it’s the remnants of a used Trojan condom wrapper. *Her mouth drops to the floor*
“What the Fuck is this!!!”
…oh boy… Now I know that this isn’t mine and the way my mind first processed this incident, my initial reaction was laughter. After all I haven’t used condoms in years and certainly not this brand (“Ribbed for her pleasure”). Then I began to understand her tone and realize, “She thinks this is actually mine… that it came out of my pants and was dried up in our load of laundry!”
Wow…
When ever I add items to the public washer or dryer, I always check the machines for papers, pens, a red sock, candy, crayons, gum or other items that could ruin the clothes I put in there. She was the one that put our clothes in both the wash and dryer this round and I made the case that it was somewhere in transport that she didn’t check what was left over in the machines. I certainly don’t cheat on my woman and already being a man, I’ve had to work for my trust with any woman.
The next comment is, what do you do now? could there have been a used condom in the wash/dryer too? Do you wash and/or dry the load again… a resounding yes!!! so we spent an extra hour there because someone left their trash in the laundry machine – complicating my relationship and forcing me to pay an additional $6.00 to clean my clothes again…
Next time, dirty condom wrapper carrier…. Use a trash! Why are you holding on to the memories? She/he was a one night fling right, why keep the used leftovers of a night of first timers sex…. disgusting.