An introduction to my delusions of actual problems
The dilemmas of a single woman in the city, and such. The major dilemma I am dealing with here is the one which involves finding a new roommate, and the fact that my most potential option is a man. First though, before writing about that, I must decide whether or not I actually want to write about that, at all. Do I really want to write a blog?
Well? No, I don’t. I don’t want to contribute another brick in the wall of self important trite that permeates the internet worst than porn. The world does not need another blog of someone whining about their need to be loved or how mean the world is to them. By the way, it’s not real, everything gets filtered through the writer anyway.
So, that was my little rant against the raging wind. Life sucks pretty often, and I tend to rant when it’ll do the least good. Getting back to my grand life experiences, I promise this won’t be about my day to day life, I already have a diary, just about this one problem that many people go through. It’ll be nice to know, if this all falls apart, exactly how that happened; you don’t usually get to know the very moment you made a huge mistake, and maybe it’ll make a good story:
I needed a new roommate. Two bedrooms, one full bath, and a cute little kitchen that I can truthfully call “cozy.” It’s a nice little place that I enjoyed living in but couldn’t afford to live in on my own.
The guy’s name is Doug. He dated a friend of mine in college, and he reentered my life just as I was looking for a roommate and I was not looking for a boyfriend. We chatted over coffee until we found out that we both had a problem and a solution. He needs to find a place to move into in the next week. He’s a guy though, and I’m not so sure if I can live like that. I only have a couple of days before he needs to know what he’s doing and I’ll have to pay rent, so I’m feeling quite hurried to make up my mind.
I suppose I’m going to end up letting him move in, but I do have concerns. My last roommate, Tara, was not perfect. Thinking back to her, I might actually prefer living with a man. Let’s just say, I appreciate other people’s privacy even more than my own, and I don’t want to see used hygiene products or traces of blood in the bathroom. But, do I really want to trade that in for the pubic hair and chronic masturbation that a man brings with him?
He’s a nice guy; if I tell him that I don’t want sex or romance, he won’t try anything. On the other hand, I’m not above getting horny, and I’m going to need to make a good show of willpower by not taking advantage of a willing dick right down the hall. It’s not that I would never have a fun little interlude with a friend; I just don’t think it would work with a roommate. You can’t live with a guy every day, and allow him the goodies only on certain occasions like you can with a fuck buddy across town. A guy would want sex constantly, especially with no strings attached, when it’s available down the hall, while I would only crave it when the mood arises, and I don’t want to have to constantly be turning him down. It’s not like I didn’t live in a coed dorm in college, with all the fun that came with it, but this is real life now, and I can’t just have a good time and move on without consequences any more.
If we hook up seriously, it’ll end, possibly shortly, and then I’ll be back to needing another roommate. Also, there would most likely be additional problems with real dates, if they find out about any privileges.
One positive possibility: an increase in privacy. I’m no wallflower, or shrouded prude, hell, I can be down right raunchy, but I do like my privacy. Girls expect girls to be open and honest 24/7. With a guy, I can just plead “chick problems” or close my door to inquiries whenever his concerns infringe upon me. Hopefully, he’ll turn out to be very macho, keep his problems bottled up, and never want to talk to me about anything personal.
Pros:
I’ll feel safer with a guy here
Opening bottles
Killing things
Fixing stuff (he worked as a mechanic in college)
Increased privacy
Shoulder rubs
His work takes him away for long periods, quite often
I don’t have to be friends with his guy friends
Cons:
Unashamed smelliness
Naked men are disgusting
We’ll end up screwing, then breakup, and he’ll leave
I don’t want to find evidence of constant male masturbation
His guy friends will be over often, and annoying
So, I think I can deal with all the cons. I’m going to tell him he can start moving into the apartment. Now, I’m going to have to work on the rules.
