Sitting on the couch, staring off into space and letting a bunch of germs have free reign through your nasal cavities doesn’t seem to lend itself towards a lot of blog posting. Luckily, I have Dustin keeping my honest.
The blog-off topic for today is roommates. I don’t actually have a whole lot of experience with roommates, as I only had one in college and then I lived in a single. After my Sophomore year, I moved off campus where I had a lot of housemates, but I still got to lock them out of my room whenever I wanted to. And, a lot of times I wanted to. Not to say that I didn’t love them, but this girl values herself some alone time.
I lived with a couple of guys after college and everything was hunky dory until it wasn’t so hunky dory anymore. And then I moved into my own place that was about the size of a shoebox. And then Kristian pretty much moved in with me, and we were like the old woman who lived in a shoe. Except, instead of having so many children I didn’t know what to do, I had Kristian and my cat, Tabitha. So, no diapers, which was a plus. But there wasn’t a lot of whipping them all soundly and sending them off to bed. At least not that I will admit to on this here blog. 😉
I will never forget the day that Kristian asked me if I wanted to live with him. We were talking about the assholes that ran my apartment building and how I couldn’t wait to move out. But I wasn’t sure if I wanted to live with other people. But I didn’t really want to do the whole shoebox thing anymore. And he looked me in the eyes and with the tenderest of tender voices, he said:
“So, do you think you might want to be, like, roommates or something?”
My response was, “Are you asking me if I want to move in with you?” He admitted that, yes, that was what he was getting at and so I accepted his kind offer of being roommates. We signed a lease that spring and we’ve lived together ever since. I imagine that, when it comes time to get hitched, he’ll say something along the lines of, “So, do you wanna like share social security benefits or something?” And I’ll be just as happy as I was on that day
For the past three years or so, I’ve had the best roommate that I could have ever asked for. He rarely leaves dirty pots and pans in the sink, he does most of the laundry, all of the vacuuming, the majority of the cooking and he’s damn cute.
I know that I probably should have written a humorous entry about the roommate who (back in my vegetarian days) ruined my wok by letting bacon grease congeal and harden in it. Or the roommate whose parents didn’t know he had a girlfriend, so she would hide in our bathroom every saturday morning when they came for a visit. Because, you know, it’s not completely and utterly OBVIOUS that something is up when you are never ever EVER allowed to use the facilities in your son’s apartment.
But Kristian is the best roommate I’ve ever had and so much more. And I don’t give him nearly enough credit for his awesomeness. So, there you have it.
Best. Roommate. EVAR.
