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The Date Revisited - AKA, this is why I'm single

Time to rewind to my very first entry Ė ominously named The Date. If you havenít read it, you need to do so first, then fast-forward back to this in order to appreciate it fully.

Itís been a busy weekend so I didnít get around to doing laundry until late tonight, when it occurred to me that no matter how lax our dress code is at work, naked still isnít one of the options my boss has declared acceptable. Besides which, while itís gorgeous out during midday, driving in to work sans clothes first thing in the morning would be a bit too cool even here.

This apartment doesnít include laundry facilities inside, though thereís a shared laundry downstairs. I figured itís late, what the heck, Iíll run down more or less as-is and put a couple of loads in to wash while Iím listening to Schubert on the stereo.

I am dressed in trousers and a sweater, nothing immodest about that, though I did skip the bra. Daytime I wouldnít go out without Ė Iím not a member of the itty bitty titty committee and havenít been since I was twelve. If I go braless, itís pretty obvious in daylight, though I was counting on darkness and the fact that the rest of the world is indoors. I went down the back steps (unlike parts of the world where it snows, most apartments here open to a shared walkway or patio Ė not a hallway.) Got both loads in to wash, no big deal Ė but when I walked back into the apartment I realized Iíd missed a pair of pants and the bra I'd just taken off, so I grabbed them both and ran down the stairs to throw them in.

Given that it was past 11 PM and the back of the building abuts a steep slope that prevents any near neighbors, I was goofing off, being a complete smart-aleck and twirling the bra around my finger. (Which, considering the size of my bra, could rightly qualify as an Olympic sport.)

Remember the neighbor from the date?

I didnít either.

That is, I didnít remember him or think of him until I smacked the bra in his face on my way around the bottom of the staircase.

Oh yeah, that was a fun moment, I gotta tell you. And to make things even more fun, said neighbor decided then, of all times, to start up a conversation with me. Nothing like unmentionables in the face to loosen you up, I guess. He apologized for standing me up - I don't know what reason/excuse he gave me, I was too busy mumbling something about needing to do laundry.

Oh, and just for the record: I still donít remember his name.

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )