Socks and washing machines

When I was a student, I met a fellow student: he lived in a shelter, I - with my parents.
We at the time had a half-automatic washing machine (at that time a very good thing) that washed and pressed, but the water had to be poured.

My friend of heart was wearing my underwear and clothes in the laundry, I was not stressed, washing my beloved person is a manifestation of care. Then it turned out that he blurred the intrigue with another classmate, who lived in the same community and chose her, because with me he lacked the drive.
Unilaterally, I decided that we were friends "and pulled with a backpack of dirty underwear. Very surprised that he was told "let your new love and wipes now". Driving was provided - washing your socks, trousers and bedding with the pencil in the basement.

There is no morality, it will be invented by local psychiatrists :)