So my first night in the sublet. Turns out that the other two guys in the living room yesterday are – well, living in the living room. I was told – or at least thought – they were just hanging out yesterday, but after a very loud drinking and card game next to my bedroom door – there was a succession of men going into the bathroom – also next to me, where they all pissed friggin Niagara Falls. A fourth guy actually came over and from the commotion around 2 that woke me up I guess he went home.
Today my mission is to buy these three things: BLEACH, EARPLUGS, and a LOCK for my door. I also intend to have a talk with the “houseman” to see if there’s perhaps a better system for the bathroom. After all, I was told I’d be sharing a bathroom with one other person, not 3 and then some.
I finally met the fourth roommate this morning. I walked out of my room as the front door opened and he walked in. I was still groggy so I did a shameful little squeaky jump and he looked embarrassed.
“Hi, I’m —-(Insert blog name) ‘Talldarkhotguy’. You must be Athena.”
I nodded. Fully aware of the fact I just woke up and my short hair tends to look hellish and my sleepy mouth was sticking to my braces. “I’m Athena.”
“I’m the one that lives downstairs.” He bent down to pet the cat and kept talking as the animal rolled over and purred. My smutty brain immediately conjured all the possibilities of that cat being me.
We chatted for a few minutes before he disappeared downstairs and I went to take a shower. I intentionally didn’t shave my legs, and thought about a lock for Talldarkhotguy’s door – since I’ll be at the hardware store anyway.
Slather on the sarcasm…Yeah, this sublet thing is gonna go great.
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