That one time my ex-boyfriend (whose mother still did his laundry when he was already 36 damn years old) offered to bring dinner over because I was too tired to go out, and I mentioned I was going to throw a load of laundry in the machine. He offered to bring his laundry over so I could do both our laundry at the same time. I told him I’d be happy to show him how to work the appliance. I consider that moment the beginning of the end-of-my-pickmeisha journey.

Every once in a while I think about him and wonder if he ever learned how to do his own laundry. 🤷🏻‍♀️

P.S. He didn’t end up bringing laundry or dinner over that night. We broke up a couple of months later.