Damn. I should've known this was a slightly bad idea.
I am now living in my best friends apartment while she's away at Fundy for work (hooray for being away from mom! xD). I moved in yesterday, although I wouldn't really call it moving in. More like dragging my suitcase up the five flights of stairs (along with a couple of other non-important things) and taking over her room somewhat. But that's not important.
What's important is that her roommate is the hottest piece of chocolate man I have ever seen in my life. Seriously.
First encounter with Boy: After dragging my bazillion pound suitcase up the stairs and fumbling into the apartment. The front door opens into the living room, and I find him bent over the back of the couch with his butt in the air. Best sight ever, he has the most amazing ass. It would've been better if my dad hadn't been with me.
(Note about Boy - he's only been speaking English for five months and is horrible at it. He speaks better French, which I'm horrible at. He speaks to me in English because he wants to practice and I speak French to him so I can refresh my lost ability. Despite the broken speech and wild hand gestures, we're able to communicate pretty well and we do so, frequently.)
Latest encounter with Boy: I did the dishes this morning because I dirtied a few of them last night and I figured I'd do all of them to save time, including Boy's dishes. He was quite surprised that I'd done that and thanked me profusely (so cute). Then earlier this evening, just as I was contemplating supper, he knocks on my door and I turn around to find him leaning against my door frame, shirtless, with an amazing looking plate-full of food in his hands. It was like the start of a wet dream only he was wearing pants. (I should probably mention now that he could grate cheese on his abs. Guuuh.)
Sadly, Boy will only be here until Sunday because he's leaving to go back to his home for the summer. Burkina-Faso is where he's from and he won't be back until early September. Which is sad. But until he leaves, I'm sure I'll have more good Boy moments to share. And if I'm lucky, I'll catch him coming out of the shower. x3
What's important is that her roommate is the hottest piece of chocolate man I have ever seen in my life. Seriously.
First encounter with Boy: After dragging my bazillion pound suitcase up the stairs and fumbling into the apartment. The front door opens into the living room, and I find him bent over the back of the couch with his butt in the air. Best sight ever, he has the most amazing ass. It would've been better if my dad hadn't been with me.
(Note about Boy - he's only been speaking English for five months and is horrible at it. He speaks better French, which I'm horrible at. He speaks to me in English because he wants to practice and I speak French to him so I can refresh my lost ability. Despite the broken speech and wild hand gestures, we're able to communicate pretty well and we do so, frequently.)
Latest encounter with Boy: I did the dishes this morning because I dirtied a few of them last night and I figured I'd do all of them to save time, including Boy's dishes. He was quite surprised that I'd done that and thanked me profusely (so cute). Then earlier this evening, just as I was contemplating supper, he knocks on my door and I turn around to find him leaning against my door frame, shirtless, with an amazing looking plate-full of food in his hands. It was like the start of a wet dream only he was wearing pants. (I should probably mention now that he could grate cheese on his abs. Guuuh.)
Sadly, Boy will only be here until Sunday because he's leaving to go back to his home for the summer. Burkina-Faso is where he's from and he won't be back until early September. Which is sad. But until he leaves, I'm sure I'll have more good Boy moments to share. And if I'm lucky, I'll catch him coming out of the shower. x3