laundromat love

Today Lourdes, the hired help in my homestay, reported to me that the guy at the laundromat where I take my clothes is ¨very in love with me.¨ When she went this morning to pick up some dry-cleaning he asked her what my name was (and of course she told him). He told her that he thinks I´m very beautiful, and asked her to tell me hello for him. He also said that he´s looking forward to the next time I have dirty laundry that needs to be washed. (I´m hoping that´s not a double entendre.) Apparently he´s engaged.

I´m trying to ignore the fact that he sees my underwear on a bi-weekly basis.