A taste of your own dick medicine.
Alright, just venting.
But last night, Tommy had a guy over. This 30-year-old guy he's been seeing, and he's always obsessing over looking mature enough for him. He came to me and said, "Don't worry, he's not staying the whole night. But do you think you can go upstairs for just when he's over?" And I said, yeah, that was fine.
I've slept on the couch many a time while Tommy had a guy over. It's just a natural part of the hassle you go through when you share a bedroom with somebody, so whatever. But when it came to be about 2:30 at night, I started getting annoyed. And the girls were hassling me about it, too. "Don't be a doormat, Spencer."
So I went and knocked on the door, and he told me to come in. He seemed fine with it, until I actually laid down in my bed. And then I heard, "Spencer, if you're going to sleep here, could you turn on the air conditioning?" If I'm going to sleep here? If I'm going to sleep in my own fucking room, you say? The room you said you needed for only a few hours?
Naturally, he was moody all fucking day. The 30-year-old isn't answering his texts, and he has decided to blame me for it. He came to me a little while ago, and was all, "Hey, I just want to let you know I'm pissed off at what you did last night. You were really immature about it."
I apologized, because that's my kneejerk response to any conflict, but I really wish I hadn't. I slept on the couch how many times so he could fuck random guys? And the one fucking time I decide I'd rather sleep in my own bed, he gets pissed off. It fucking figures.
But last night, Tommy had a guy over. This 30-year-old guy he's been seeing, and he's always obsessing over looking mature enough for him. He came to me and said, "Don't worry, he's not staying the whole night. But do you think you can go upstairs for just when he's over?" And I said, yeah, that was fine.
I've slept on the couch many a time while Tommy had a guy over. It's just a natural part of the hassle you go through when you share a bedroom with somebody, so whatever. But when it came to be about 2:30 at night, I started getting annoyed. And the girls were hassling me about it, too. "Don't be a doormat, Spencer."
So I went and knocked on the door, and he told me to come in. He seemed fine with it, until I actually laid down in my bed. And then I heard, "Spencer, if you're going to sleep here, could you turn on the air conditioning?" If I'm going to sleep here? If I'm going to sleep in my own fucking room, you say? The room you said you needed for only a few hours?
Naturally, he was moody all fucking day. The 30-year-old isn't answering his texts, and he has decided to blame me for it. He came to me a little while ago, and was all, "Hey, I just want to let you know I'm pissed off at what you did last night. You were really immature about it."
I apologized, because that's my kneejerk response to any conflict, but I really wish I hadn't. I slept on the couch how many times so he could fuck random guys? And the one fucking time I decide I'd rather sleep in my own bed, he gets pissed off. It fucking figures.