I had conceived of this tiny space as being the ultimate dorm home, and it was.I had conceived of this tiny space as being the ultimate dorm home, and it was. Some of my friends referred to this later as a fuck-shack. Originally this was not the intention (seriously!). But I didn't mind. Later on, it became clear to me that that was one of the fringe benefits. Most people put together their own little variation of the dorm routine. I had a home. Anyhow, one afternoon during this frosh orientation, I was doing laundry. And I had just put some clothes into the dryer and left the room when I saw this pert strawberry blonde headed there with a basket full of clothes. She smiled; I smiled back; I had no idea who she was, but she had really large breasts, and I was glad I had sunglasses on to hide the fact that I was staring. By themselves they were large, but because she was about my height and also well built (trim, but not petite) they didn't seem too big. In fact, they probably looked very proportionate, now that I think about it. In any case, I just mumbled something about freeing up the washers, and that I would be back a little later; I had to go get a haircut and might be a little late in removing my clothes. She had to be a freshman. That was all that happened until I got back. I dropped my wallet off in my room and went to pick up my clothes in the dryers, when I noticed all of my clothes *VERY* neatly folded on top of the dryer. I had never seen this before! Never! Well, obviously, I was impressed, so when I brought the clothes back to my room, I wrote a note saying "To whomever folded my laundry: Thank you! I've never seen that before! If you feel like it, you can come on by my room (and I put the room number) for a beer or soda. If not, thanks again!" and I went and taped the note back to the dryer top. I had almost forgotten the whole event when about an hour later, this girl showed up in my doorway (I always left the door open when I wasn't doing anything private-- friendlier that way I guess)! With a BIG grin! I invited her in and found out her name was Kati and that she figured it was just the expected courtesy to fold clothes so they don't wrinkle and I said no one had ever done that for me and thanked her, while I handed her beer. |