OK, flashback to exactly one year ago. What was I doing a year ago? Well, besides enjoying being very recently graduated, I was just moving out of a house full of big, burly, football playing boys. I loved living with these guys, they were my friends and my

So then I moved in with girls – not just one or two, but four girls. Now, these were the type of girls that say they hate drama but really they need to be the center of it all times to keep functioning. Long story short, I missed my boys very dearly. Yes, the boys were a lot messier and I did more than my fair share of cleaning, but I’d take two hours scrubbing a filthy bathroom over stupid girls any day.
And that, my dear readers, is why as of June 30th I will be happily living with three guys again. The best part of all of this is that thus far my new roommates have gone above and beyond to make me feel welcome. I haven’t even moved in yet and already they have cooked me dinner twice with no expectation of reciprocation. Now part of me thinks these niceties may just be to get a girl that likes to clean and happens to have bakers for parents, who create delicious treats for a living, to move in, but I’ll still take free steak dinners while they last.
Talk to me in a month and we’ll see how much cleaning I’ve already done. Give me a dirty toilet over the mess of she said, she said drama and I’ll happily scrub away.
Agh that's just the best. I'd be so happy with a house full of guys. Big brother types that is. Good luck!
ReplyDeleteFunny, I live with all guys and the drama is thick with this bunch of gay guys!
ReplyDeleteLong ago, a freind described me as "So laid back as if to be comatose." Feel free to use that if you like it.
ReplyDeleteWhen I met my wife, (on the internet before everyone was doing it - KH has the long version) she was living with 4 guys in a house in Solana Beach, CA. When I first flew down to meet her, you'd have thought it was the Spanish Inquisition. We all became friends though when the bottles of Red Hook Double Black Stout came out of my suitcase.
Thanks for the advise, Gene. I shall tell potential boyfriends to bring plenty of beer when they pick me up :)
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