Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Dust is part of the natural order of things...

I've lived alone for a long time now. I've essentially come to the conclusion that I'm now far too eccentric to handle any company aside from the occasional visitor.

Or perhaps I just resent the inevitable snide comments about my housekeeping abilities.
I cherish my dust bunnies, several of them have names. I throw little showers when new baby dust bunnies are born.

Anyhow, I have this friend who seems to love being a student. He's been in and out of school for as long as I've known him. His most recent degree resulted in him being at McGill for the first time this year. However it is now practically summer and he's found himself homeless.

Since I haven't had a victim/roommate in a while I offered to put him up for the summer rent-free. All he has to do is pay for his own food. I've never understood roommate-ships that share food. Why would I allow someone else to eat my caramel Haagen Daaz? I lived with a chocoholic once - every time I went to bake cookies I discovered that he had eaten all my chocolate chips in a midnight craving. (He also like to hide the phone bills on me because he frequently made 1-900 calls, but that's a story for another time).

I hope this one doesn't mind what a complete and utter girly girl I am. His room is where I store my plethora of scrapbooking supplies and magazines, as well as the pink plaque declaring me a "Princess" (in case anyone dared express doubt on the matter).

He will also have to share the room with Daphne, my Groovy girl. Daphne and I tried sharing a bedroom once - her snoring is absolutely intolerable.

I am looking forward to living with someone for the summer - it should result in lots of free dinners and manual labour.

He has promised to attempt to be relatively neat. I promised to do the same.

He's also begun to reconcile with the girl that he left here last summer. He's promised that all conjugal visits will be very quiet. I think he was concerned when I warned him that a jealous roommate is one that will suddenly start charging him rent and utilities. ( *I feel compelled to qualify this- I'd be jealous of the fact that he's getting sex and I'm not- not jealous of him and another girl)

My only concern is the "experiment" that he initiated last year. Apparently his goal was to make me so angry that it came around the other side and I ended up being laughing and happy again. Not a fun few months. Let's hope that he doesn't try that one again - it REALLY didn't work.

This is my last week of solitude for a while- I should train myself to start walking around the condo fully dressed again!

10 comments:

canadian sadie said...

Heh--that part is actually a lot more challenging to get used to than you think it's going to be!

Ali said...

Wait, wait, wait. You have to be FULLY CLOTHED to have this guy live there?
Is that your rule or his?
As someone who personally drops her pants the second she walks in the door - I think I would make it a rule for him to try to be neat and tidy...and to live with the fact that I am always naked. Always.

That's one clever little Yvonne said...

Yeah. Having to walk around dressed is exactly why I refuse to have a roommate.

Nance said...

Thanks for the sidebar link!
Yikes, a roomie of the opposite sex and you're not related to him or married to him or sleeping with him. This is rough terrain you're traversing. Will there be a sans bra policy (for you, not him)? Some guys...well...just knowing they're...unfettered...it's enough.

Miss Britt said...

Roommates are fun. For a while. A very short while.

Luckily, by the time he starts annoying you, it should be fall. :-)

Miss Britt said...

Also - I had a not married/related to/sleeping with when he moved in anyway male room mate once.

It was awesome. I never had to take out the garbage.

Princess of the Universe said...

Sadie, Ali & Yvonne- I am very upset about my impending clothedness (I know that's not a word) - but I think it's best for all parties. After all I'm damn hot- why offer temptation to the poor boy when I wouldn't follow through?

Nance - I don't want him to wear any- but I have some adorable bras. Maybe I'll compromise and walk around half dressed!

Miss Britt- I am peeing myself as we speak- pictures soon to follow! :)

Friendly Manitoban said...

Dust is evil. EVIL

Fiona said...

I'm like Ali - there's a trail of clothes from my front door to my bedroom every night when I get home from work. I pick them up later....but damn I do love to be totally naked at home.

The only drawback for me is that I live in a high-rise and the way the block is built, you can see into a bit of my apartment from the one next door, and vice versa.

But even that doesn't faze me - when they are home next door, I don't bother closing the blinds, I just do a mad dash across the area of my apartment they can see into.

Despite my obvious speed, I'm pretty sure they've probably witnessed some naked wobbly bits flashing to and fro.

Arthur Dent said...

I used to wander around bare as the day I was born all the time, then Fenchurch and the Terrorist moved in. It hasn't been all bad, for example, Fenchurch and the kidlet are stayin in the city a couple days extra when I go home, so I get a couple days of nudity in (note to self, lock the door, and ask Random to knock even if she does use her key).

 
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