Wet Socks

His home was clean.
Untill I looked in the
shower.
I was actually looking
for evidence of another
woman.
Pink razor.
Looftah.
Anything girly.
What I found?
The dirtest bathtub in
the history of the
world.
I quickly pulled the
shower curtain
back and thought HELL NO!
I ended up spending the
night a week later.
I remembered the tub.
He cleaned it right?
wrong.
I took a shower in my
socks, bitching the
whole time.
This is his home, he
should have cleaned it.
You shoud have cleaned it
if it bothered you..
voices in my head.
Just then the shower curtain opens.
His sweet face.
Hey Babe, You have your
socks on.
Oh. I forgot. I smile and he
kisses me.
I just felt I should not
say anything.
All of a Sudden I say.
Your tub is dirty.
He looks down and
says yeah I guess you
are right.
I feel like shit.
Really? Its a tub
What are you the dirt
Police?
I get out of the shower
and he has a cup of coffee
by the couch waiting for me.
Never has a man had
a cup of coffee waiting for me.
I get ready for work.
Dont forget your change on the
counter.
3 Quarters lay
on the bar.
Whats this? I ask.
Your Toll Money.
I want to make sure you
have enough for
tolls.
At that moment.
At that very second..I felt loved.
I do not even remember my
wet socks.