Chance of Shower

Story Sent in by Lucius:

The first time Amelia came over to my place was our second date, and I was a bit of a wreck. I cleaned the apartment from top to bottom, made my bed, and even straightened out my shoes in the bedroom closet. Just in case. Of what? Dunno.

We ordered in and I threw in a movie. When it was almost over she said she needed to use the bathroom. I paused the movie and waited. And waited. And waited.

Then I heard the shower turn on. It was the last thing I had expected. I knocked on my bathroom door and asked if everything was well.

She said, "Yeah! Just taking a shower. Be out in a few."

I was confused at first. Then I figured it was good news. She trusted me and this was likely a prelude to her sleeping over. Unexpected! But great. Really, really great. I double-checked the bedroom. Everything was clean. Did it need a candle? A couple candles? Did I straighten out my shoes in the closet enough?

When she finished with her shower she emerged from the bathroom in her clothes. "Ready to finish the movie?"

I was more ready to jump into bed with her, but we finished the movie and then I moved close as if to kiss her.

She nudged me away, a clear signal that she wasn't into it. I asked her if everything was all right.

She said, "Fine. Why?"

"Um, you took a shower."

"Yeah?"

"You used my soap."

"So?"

"Why?"

"I wanted to shower. You thought—oh no! You thought that meant... oh, God. I'm sorry. No, I just wanted to take a shower. That was it!"

"We stopped the film so you could take a shower?"

"I just wanted to take a shower. I'm sorry I used your soap."

"It's... okay. Yeah. So that was it? You just randomly took a shower?"

"It wasn't random. I like being clean."

"Oh."

She left not long afterward, and I never called her again.