Meanwhile, Sarah is on a manhunt (I'm going on a manhunt . . . okay, never mind) of her own. She wanders through a laundromat and witnesses a guy with severe plumber's crack smacking a change machine around. Fragile, sensitive Sarah looks disconcerted, until she spies a "cute guy" to throw her basket of dirty underwear next to. She smiles, saunters over, and proceeds to pull out and play with several garishly-colored, lacy dinner cups (you know, "bras"), in the most subtle way, of course. Aw, who am I kidding? There's only one way to play with your bras and that's to be pathetically obvious. So, the camera gets a good shot of her DD cups, but hold the phone -- these can't be her cups, they're padded! What. Ever. Cute Guy is fascinated until he looks at Sarah's face: "Whoa! Oh, for a second, I thought you were, uh -- you just look a lot like somebody that I -- well, actually my girlfriend." Sarah is downcast: "Oh." Cute Guy attempts to repair the damage: "My ex-girlfriend. Ex-ex." Sarah is triumphant: "Ah. Well, I see that you're having trouble with the water temperatures?" Here Sarah leans one hip against the washer, all the better to gaze suggestively into Cute Guy's eyes. "Well, yeah, my girlfriend does the laundry. Uh, did," Cute Guy stutters. And you never did laundry on your own, oh, say, in college? I would have turned around right then and walked out, because a guy who hasn't done his own laundry ever probably also has a mother lurking around who thinks her son still drinks breast milk. But then, I know how to be an individual without needing a man to define me. Consequently, Sarah pursues this freak: "Oh, so how long have you gone without clean clothes, exactly?" she asks. "That's hard to say. I don't know, I just keep buying underwear so I don't have to do my wash. I'm up to thirty-two pairs," Cute Guy admits. "So that's roughly a month?" Sarah asks. "No, two months," Cute Guy corrects her, "I do the inside-out thing." Please excuse me while I go scrub myself down with Ajax and a Brillo pad. Sarah's now thinking the plumber's-crack guy is looking pretty good until Cute Guy redeems himself in her eyes with shallow flattery. "That's good going, Walt, that's exactly the way to flirt with a pretty girl," Cute Guy (officially known as Walt) says to himself. That's the earliest in an ep that we've ever found out a non-essential's name.