The way it began
I was thinking I might go to the gym on friday after work, so I packed some gym clothes into a bag.
As it turned out, by the time I got out of work that evening I no longer had any interest in working out. Instead I went home, and we put Christmas lights on the tree. (A good decision.)The middle bit
On saturday M and I had some running around to do. We thought we might squeeze in a workout at some point during that running around, so he packed a gym bag. "My bag is already in the car from yesterday," I told him.
"Do you have a change of clothes in case we want to shower at the gym and go shopping afterward?"
"No... well I can put back on everything I'm wearing now -- except for the underwear." I grabbed a pair of undies and started to put them into his bag. No point in going out to the car for my bag, just to put a pair of underwear in it.
"How will that work, you can't come in the men's locker room..."
"No, but if we go to the gym, I'll just grab them out of your bag and put them in my bag before we pull them out of the trunk."
He seemed dubious, but agreed to the idea.
As it turned out, we decided to make an offer on a house we had just fallen in love with. Between freaking out about our decision, and then signing all the paperwork, that took up quite a bit of time. We decided to skip the gym and do some Christmas shopping instead. (It was a good decision, if terrifying.)The way it ended
Today we decided we both had
to go to the gym, because we'd skipped 2 days in a row. He left earlier than me, since I wanted to attend a noon class. While he was going, I got the phone call from our realtor that our offer had been accepted!
I rushed off to share the good news with him, then we both gazed at each other in shock for a bit. Then I went to class, while he finished his elliptical workout.
The class was awesome, then I hunted for windshield repair people (without success), because I have a chip in the windshield of my beautiful new car. Then I got home, and got started on my schoolwork. I have to finish this thesis by the end of this month.
When he came home, we talked about realtors and inspections and such for awhile. Then he went to get some laundry done. He came hurrying out a moment later though, with a story to tell. "You! Do you know what you did to me?"
I shrugged, and waited for an explanation. It seems after finishing his workout at the gym, he took a shower before leaving. He came back from the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, and went to his locker to get dressed. He pulled the bag out, set it on a bench. He went to pull his sweatshirt out of the bag, but it was tangled in something. He gave it a good yank, and it broke free....
...then he saw.... flying across the room.... my undies that I'd left in his bag. The panties that we'd both forgotten about. The underwear I'd grabbed that day, for whatever reason, had black lace trim, and a pink leopard pattern. He processed all of this as he watched it land on the other side of the room.
"Was there anybody there when this happened?"
"Yes, of course, there were several guys there."
I was laughing so hard at this point that I was crying. "What did they do? Did any of them say anything?"
"I don't know! I couldn't look at anyone. I just sidled across the room, casual as can be, picked them up, and slid them back into the bag. I couldn't meet anyone's eye..."
Tags: funny, girly, m, story