A few afternoons ago I dropped off a giant shopping bag of my dry cleaning. The guy there was a mid-twenties dark haired Paul Rudd look-a-like. I'd never seen working there before.

Dry Cleaning Guy: "So, wow, lot's of dirty clothes."
Me: "Yeah, well, I've been saving up and been working a lot... so haven't had time to stop in."
D.C.G: "Yeah, me too. I have two jobs. A day and night job"
Me: "Yikes! How do you have any fun in between that?"
D.C.G: "I go out on Fridays and Saturdays and just work here hung over. Who cares. I need the cash."
Me: "Yeah, I can understand. I used to be a bartender. The extra cash can be handy."
D.C.G: "Where did you bartend?"
Me: "Here in Boystown."
D.C.G: (While smiling.) "Huh... what are you doing tonight?"
Me: "Um, nothing. Just hanging out."
D.C.G: "Can I take you out for a drink?"
Me: "Oh... no... thank you... I have to be up early..."
D.C.G: Shrugs and shakes his head. "You don't know what you'll be missing. I'm a fun kinda guy."

He hands me my slip and smiles. I nod and head out blushing. It was flattering. He was kind of cute. Nothing wrong with a little flirting, right? Until...

Me: Have a good night!"
D.C.G: "You, too. You know where I am tonight if you change your mind."
Me: "Yup, here?"
D.C.G" "Uh, huh... here with alllllllll of your adorable little dirty clothes. Hope nothing goes missing!"

He picks up a few of my dress shirts, holds them in his arms, and winks.

You can ask a gay man out at a dry cleaners. You can tell him he's going to miss out on a good time if he turns you down. But you can never threaten to kidnap his Club Monaco slim fitted stripped banker button up shirt. That, well that, is just playing dirty with laundry.