Reading Cookiebitch’s expose on men and women’s relationship to their clothes stirred a memory.
I separate my clothes before washing. By color only though.
Back in college I had an unfortunate incident involving a girl friend’s(not “girlfriend”, mind you) laundry and my pristine white gi(karate uniform).
We washed them together. My gi came out pink. Not even a manly pink.
This sucker was SUPER PINK!
I was mad as snakes when I saw this. All I could see was the group of us lined up and going through the day’s kata with me standing there in a bright pink uniform.
This image wasn’t sitting well on my mind. Me being a powerfully prideful fellow at that time.
I did my best to hide my anger. A pretty lass has that kind of power. Then I proceeded to wash the ever livin’ hell outta that sucker.
The point is, now I separate. A lesson hard learned.
I still have the gi and I swear I still see some pinkness in it several thousand washings later.
Only now I smile every time I see it.
