I love it when life seems a little too movielike
I was in laundromax on brighton ave. for over an hour minding my own business when I had an all too romantic comedylike moment. I had just been sitting there listening to radiohead and some death metal bands on my ipod, reading most of the last 150 pages of the 7th harry potter book, when i looked up to see a girl with a tattoo of a big raw steak and a fork and knife on her calf. I immediately thought it was a little too coincidental considering i had just grilled myself a juicy tenderloin steak before going out to do laundry. I sneaked a few more glances and saw that she was a short almost stocky girl, muscular, but very pretty with red lipstick and a silly golfer-type hat over a ponytail. I also noticed what was most likely her only other tattoo, it was a rockabilly guitar, like a gretch with swirling music notes around it. She was wearing cut off jean shorts, a wifebeater, and a large bag that gave away that she rode a bicicycle. A few minutes later, I looked up from my book and she was gone, but I was right in thinking she would probably return. Sure enough, just as I went over to remove my clothes from the dryer, she came up to the one 3 dryers away to do the same. I coyly complimented her steak tattoo, and she said she liked the one on my right forearm with the fading greyscale trees. I quickly said thanks and laughed because it appeared we might have been playing the same game. Then I decided to fold my laundry there instead of taking it home, and although we were only 10 ft away, we both folded in silence. It was pretty hard to pretend that I was actually listening to Boston Celtics news on the television, but something told me to keep quiet, that I already knew I might regret later. It might have been that I thought she could be a lesbian, and stereotypes drove me to look at the fact that she had a lot of pink clothing. She finished folding before I had and somehow stuffed all of her clothes into her biking bag. She turned to me and waved, and I said bye making sure that my voice didn't seem awkward. Now I suppose we are both left to wonder if we should've asked eachother's names or if it matters, or if we'll bump into eachother again.