June 09, 2008
The facts of life
So the voice on the other line said she was finally going "independent" and that she wanted to start work on her own, soon. Of course I can help but I'm hoping and assuming that she left her former employer in good terms because I don't really want to get into a shoot out with anyone particularly as I'm still friends with her ex-boss and besides, I don't own a gun. So I invited her over to my place to discuss her new endeavor.
Everyone has a different degree of cleanliness and I have been long overdue but when a girl comes over to visit, you want the place to be so fresh and so clean clean. Our tryst actually had nothing to do with my bed rooom which means I had to clean the kitchen, straighten out the living room and sanitize the restroom. Girls who are escorts are normal people too and I didn't want her to think I was a slob. Cleaning has always been difficult for me because a. I don't like it and b. I get distracted easily - what a weird looking dried out bug, maybe i should google it and find out what it is. But for the next couple of hours, I did my chores and thought about domestic engineering.
. Dust bunnies? What a wack name for a gross ball of dust, hair and whatever other unsanitary things that get caught inside. I think my cat intentionally drops a small poop underneath a cloud of crap so when I get lazy and pick it up rather than get the broom, I get freaked out. She thinks its funny. I don't.
. Do they make a vacuum attachment that picks up coins and distributes them neatly by size? If not they should. I have coins laid out all over the place and my vacuum makes a terrible choking sound and spits them back out.
. Orange orange seems to be the popular color of cleaning products although it use to be lemon yellow. Perhaps in another 5 years, johnson and johnson will go down the citrus family and use grapefruit. Personally, I'm waiting for the tangelo.
. Apparently, cleaning can gather up some lost treasures - the small hair piece to the ron rege vinyl figure that was given out free 6 years ago and a few gift cards I forgot I had. Yay!
Its always interesting to see what people notice or drawn to when they come into the apartment. Is it the artwork I have done by my friends, sandwich the cat, the toys I have on the display table or the xbox on the floor. Champange, not her "real" name, saw all the spices I had on the kitchen counter and we talked about cooking and food. She may be a self employed model but unlike the movies, she didn't tell me how hot it was and started taking off her clothes or get seduced by my hard on as I walked out of the shower with just a towel around my waist. We just talked. In a clean apartment.
Posted by yumyumcha at June 9, 2008 11:26 AM