I’m about to embark on an adventure, one that will surely ensure my position in an asylum, but hey, I had they have board games there so who am I to complain? It all started on my 18th birthday, when I received a little text from one of my best friends Joe.
“How do you feel about moving in with 3 guys?”
Of course, me being me I reply with “Can I still bring home men?”
And of course, Jordan being Joe replies with “No, because we will be sharing rooms and that’s out of the question.” I ask why we will be sharing and he calmly explains, as calm as one could via text, that I am the one who can understand his masturbation needs. I sighed at this but really expected nothing less from the boy. It was my birthday that day, and I was hanging out with my other best friend Kent, when we happened to bump into my other friend Saly, whom I happened to go to high school with. Who also happened to be the ex-girlfriend of one of the people who I will be rooming with, complicated shit I know. I, being the stupid idiot that I am asked my dear friend Saly with a humorous tone and a cheeky grin on my face “Hey, how would you feel about me moving in with your ex-boyfriend?”
Now, I wasn't expecting a congratulations, but little did I expect her to grab me by my collar and start shouting “No! I won’t let you! I hate him! Ali, I need someone to room with, no one will room with me” and as she shook me while saying this I understood why. I had to finally explain to her that, although I thought she was a lovely person, I couldn’t possibly room with another girl, because what if our periods got in sync and then we pms’ed at the same time? Honestly, it was just asking for trouble. But, that wasn’t the last of it, my ‘wonderful’ friend Kent decided to poke his lovely little (not really so little) nose into it and told Saly to stop manipulating me, now really, back off bucko, I can handle the 5 ft. girl. Sort of. I ran into the metro after that and let the subject drop, lucky for me said ex-boyfriend happened to be on my bus after the incident, and laughed when I told him what happened. Jerk. I just hope she doesn’t try to break in and kill the two of us in our sleep. I wouldn’t put it past her…
“How do you feel about moving in with 3 guys?”
Of course, me being me I reply with “Can I still bring home men?”
And of course, Jordan being Joe replies with “No, because we will be sharing rooms and that’s out of the question.” I ask why we will be sharing and he calmly explains, as calm as one could via text, that I am the one who can understand his masturbation needs. I sighed at this but really expected nothing less from the boy. It was my birthday that day, and I was hanging out with my other best friend Kent, when we happened to bump into my other friend Saly, whom I happened to go to high school with. Who also happened to be the ex-girlfriend of one of the people who I will be rooming with, complicated shit I know. I, being the stupid idiot that I am asked my dear friend Saly with a humorous tone and a cheeky grin on my face “Hey, how would you feel about me moving in with your ex-boyfriend?”
Now, I wasn't expecting a congratulations, but little did I expect her to grab me by my collar and start shouting “No! I won’t let you! I hate him! Ali, I need someone to room with, no one will room with me” and as she shook me while saying this I understood why. I had to finally explain to her that, although I thought she was a lovely person, I couldn’t possibly room with another girl, because what if our periods got in sync and then we pms’ed at the same time? Honestly, it was just asking for trouble. But, that wasn’t the last of it, my ‘wonderful’ friend Kent decided to poke his lovely little (not really so little) nose into it and told Saly to stop manipulating me, now really, back off bucko, I can handle the 5 ft. girl. Sort of. I ran into the metro after that and let the subject drop, lucky for me said ex-boyfriend happened to be on my bus after the incident, and laughed when I told him what happened. Jerk. I just hope she doesn’t try to break in and kill the two of us in our sleep. I wouldn’t put it past her…
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