Ian's dark eye's and hair, broad shoulders, and casual demeanor make him attractive. In order for Ian to feel comfortable in a public arena, he fills his mind with self-talk inflating himself while demeaning those around him. Folding his still damp t-shirts on the Laundromat's, art-deco yellow smooth counter top Ian overhears a woman's scratchy voice speaking on a portable phone.
"He was actually very sexy, Deon. He smelled divine. And made me feel altogether relaxed . . . What? . . . Yes, I'm not crazy," she smirks and her lips curl, "those panties are too expensive to dry . . . ugh, especially here. God knows what bacteria lingers in the lint!"
Her date must've kissed some ass. Probably dressed in slacks, scented himself with Tommy cologne. . . . I should try now. She's hot enough.