Roommates

It's so weird.  Having a roommate.  The whole process gets to me.  Really.  I am  in a new city.  I am all on my own (besides the $500 a month I have borrowed from my dad since moving).  But I need a roommate.  So that I can be on my own.  For REAL.

So I got one.  I went on Craig's list and luckily (?) got a reply from a girl that seemed pretty to the point when it came to finding a place to live.  She was interested in it being furnished.  Asked me no questions about my sexual orientation.  She seemed pretty laid back for the whole time that we processed the move-in.  We did not really talk much at all before she showed up this past Sunday with all of her belongings and brought them into what was formerly known as MY apartment, yet now may be known as ours.

I feel obligated to talk to her since she is here and I can sense that she feels somewhat obligated as well.  

Before meeting her face-to-face I decided to look her up on Facebook to see what she looked like.  She was cute.  Is Cute.  So that was a plus.  Instead of getting some nasty dirty fatty smelly Roommate, I got an attractive one.  I feel like having an EXTRA attractive person in the apartment enhances the value of the apartment overall.  

So far things are pretty smooth.  Except right now she is listening to Pearl Jam.  "Can't find a better man..."  

NO.

It gets on my nerves.  Pearl Jam.  Dave Matthews.  And all the other grungy, spring break, high school, drinking margaritas type music that you listened to in college but ONLY because everybody else did.  Then you grew up.

I feel like I am being rude when I close my door all the way.  But then I feel rude if she can see my computer monitor when I am checking out gay porn.  Lots and lots of gay porn.  

Now that someone else lives here it feels as though I look at it more often.  The saddest part about that is that more than likely my frequency of porn looking has probably stayed the exact same as it was before, only now I listen to my headphones instead of turning the volume all the way up.  Also I feel dirtier knowing that there is a nice innocent girl in the other room and she can possibly hear my little moans and grunts.  

Speaking of innocent girl.  When I looked at her face book I found out that she has an extra last name.  I also found a picture of her wearing a Mrs. ******* Est. 08-15-07 shirt as well.  So I am assuming that she is a recent divorcee and does NOT want to talk about it.  When I first met her I told her I had never lived with a stranger before and she immediately agreed "Me either!"

While we were unpacking her kitchen stuff I brought it up again for conversation sake and asked "So you have never lived with a roommate either?"  

Pause..."Well, no...Not a roommate"

And that was that.  She did not elaborate whatsoever and made a grand effort to avoid leaking any personal information.

We will see how this goes.