Roommate and his Girlfriend
First of all, I instigated the whole situation. I brought them together. Steve is awesome and Whitney is awesome. I schemed with our mutual friend Rachel to get them together. I told Steve to stop bitching about women and hang out with Whitney. She is pretty. She is smart. She is funny. She's awesome.
I succeeded. They hang out together.
Second of all, they say they aren't boyfriend and girlfriend. Whatever. They spend a lot of freaking time together and when they AREN'T together they are on the phone with one another. They're together. They are a couple. So whatever. Blah blah blah they are both looking for jobs elsewhere. Nothing could really happen. blah blah blah.
I love them dearly. They are GREAT people. I just don't want to sacrifice my alone time for them. When Whitney was still living with her parents, she spent a lot of time (read nights) here...which is understandable. Now she has moved out of her parents' house.....on our street. It's not stalkerish. I don't think. She found out about the room for rent and asked where it was. The dude said close to Albertson's. That doesn't necessarily mean OUR street, but I guess it does.
I thought she'd be spending a lot of time in her new place. Getting to know her roommates. NO. She didn't know them before she moved in. I am glad that we live on the same street because if they turn out to be crazy, she can just run over here. Regardless, she's still over at my place...a lot. She's my friend, so she wants to hang out. I want to just stay in my room and be antisocial.
I'm just not used to it. I lived by myself for 5 years or so. Therefore when people would visit, was because I invited them. Then I lived with roommates that rarely had visitors because, well, no one really likes Lindsay. People still don't go over there.
I may or may not have pretended to be sick yesterday so I wouldn't have to sacrifice my day off to go hang out.
Antisocial. It's needed sometimes.
I succeeded. They hang out together.
Second of all, they say they aren't boyfriend and girlfriend. Whatever. They spend a lot of freaking time together and when they AREN'T together they are on the phone with one another. They're together. They are a couple. So whatever. Blah blah blah they are both looking for jobs elsewhere. Nothing could really happen. blah blah blah.
I love them dearly. They are GREAT people. I just don't want to sacrifice my alone time for them. When Whitney was still living with her parents, she spent a lot of time (read nights) here...which is understandable. Now she has moved out of her parents' house.....on our street. It's not stalkerish. I don't think. She found out about the room for rent and asked where it was. The dude said close to Albertson's. That doesn't necessarily mean OUR street, but I guess it does.
I thought she'd be spending a lot of time in her new place. Getting to know her roommates. NO. She didn't know them before she moved in. I am glad that we live on the same street because if they turn out to be crazy, she can just run over here. Regardless, she's still over at my place...a lot. She's my friend, so she wants to hang out. I want to just stay in my room and be antisocial.
I'm just not used to it. I lived by myself for 5 years or so. Therefore when people would visit, was because I invited them. Then I lived with roommates that rarely had visitors because, well, no one really likes Lindsay. People still don't go over there.
I may or may not have pretended to be sick yesterday so I wouldn't have to sacrifice my day off to go hang out.
Antisocial. It's needed sometimes.