Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Folder

(It’s the last term of senior year at college, and I live in a dorm. My door is half open as I’m folding some laundry casually and a very cute girl walks by. She sees me and pokes her head in.)

Cute girl: “Oh God, guys folding laundry? I look forward to how wrinkly you’ll be!”

Me: “Hey, now, I can fold my own laundry pretty darn well.” *demonstrates on a pair of pants*

(Suddenly, the cute girl begins to speak super fast.)

Cute girl: “Uh…you’re really super cute and I’ve liked you through, like, all of college and stuff but I never got up the courage to ask you out and I was hoping to just kind of help you fold laundry and be all flirty and see where it goes and stuff.” *turns and begins to walk away*

Me: “Hang on!”

(I quickly crumple up the pair of jeans I just folded.)

Me: “Can you teach me to fold these? I figured you might know.”

(We ended up talking for hours and we never did get that pair of laundry folded, but we’re currently engaged!)