Posted on 09/22/2005 7:34:52 AM PDT by pissant
Most of us remember the excitement of the BIG DAY. That day, after living in your parents' home for 18 (in some cases 25) years, we finally asserted our independence and moved out of the house!
Whether we were heading off to the "city" to work, or starting our college lives, joining the armed forces, or just finding a space so we could party with our friends, the sense of finally being an adult was intoxicating.
Then Reality set in. We quickly realized that the paltry money we were earning barely covered the rent. Top Ramen instead of Mom's potroast, generic Corn Flakes instead of Captain Crunch. The solution to this problem, of course, was roommates.....at least in theory.
Since we've all survived those crazy days between leaving home and getting married, it is time to share the tales of Roommate Horror!
I'll start.....
One year in college I lived with 2 other guys, and it worked pretty well, until we all met some other guy and decided to let him move in, to help with the rent and utilities. He seemed great at first, willing to take the basement area, and hardly ever coming out of it really.
Then the first bills came in that he'd be partly responsible for.
He never paid his share of the gas bill, which, for the 2 months he lived with us, became QUITE expensive, as he demanded we keep the heat up (in our sparsely insulated slum-lord type apartment/house), since he was in the basement. I think his share was like $70.
But then we got the phone bill! To our surprise (since he "entertained" some girl down in the basement virtually every night) he evidently had another girlfriend that lived in Alaska, who he called every day, for HOURS. (we were in Ohio). A whopping $200+! And that was for just ONE month.
We kept asking him for money to pay it during the next month, and he promised us he'd "hit up his 'rents (parents)" for it, but we never saw it. Of course, being the trusting idiots we were, we let him go on for the next month, and then he racked up ANOTHER huge bill!
All told, he ended up owing us over $400 and never paid a dime of it. We came home one day to find most of his clothes gone, but some of his furniture in the basement. We tried to call his parents, as we tracked down their number somehow, I can't remember how. They gave us the runaround, and finally just said to us, "Just keep his furniture, it's worth a lot". Like we were some kind of consignment shop or something!
Soon after that, my other roommates had moved to another place, I went somewhere else...Long story short, I pretty much swore off roommates after that, and I'll NEVER have another one again, unless it's some sweedish bikini type...that I'm married to of course. :) (Hey a guy can dream!)
Just wait for #2!!
As a non-athlete, I knew the entire Water Ballet team.
At 19 I moved in with two girls..both of them hairdressers-in-training (still in Beauty School) I was their practice "head". My hair has been EVERY color, length, style you can imagine (I have long blond hair now and its a wonder I have a hair left on my head...). We lived in a 600 square foot, one bedroom, one bath apartment and there was a party almost every night. We were ALL the roommates from hell...it lasted almost a year.
LOL. I'd still be trying to track that guy down, if I were you!
Were you in Phoenix in the early 80s? I knew some chicks like that! ;o)
I met you and became more popular!
Lucky you.
GRRRRRRRR
So it was worth jumping from Blur's harem to mine afterall. ;o)
No, never lived in Pheonix..I'm a southern California girl (until I moved to NYC 8 years ago)..in the early 80's I was in Jr. High.
While I was in the Navy, I was on a det to AUTEC (Andros Island, Bahamas) and was assigned to a room with one other guy. We worked 12 hour shifts while there and he and I just happened to be on opposite shifts.
I know this doesn't sound bad because it essentially meant I had a room to myself. However, one day I got back from work and walked into the worst stench I've ever been around--and that's saying something considering the times at sea with the resident stink-master (there's always one) who had never heard of showers, soap, or deodorant.
My roomate had gone snorkeling and captured a sea urchin which he put in a cup and left in the un-airconditioned room. Although I immediately threw his prize (cup and all) into the dumpster outside, the smell remained to some degree for the rest of the det. For all I know, some of that stink may still remain now, 14 years later.
I had a roomie for my first semester in College. He left to live with a friend and nobody moved into my empty spot. Never, ever had a roomie after that. :-)
LOL. And NO, I didn't cruise for Jr. High girls when in college. ;o)
PING
My harem is bigger than yours.
LOL From time to time, I do wonder where he is. Last I heard, the girl he "entertained" in the basement was addicted to heroin, and he had moved to Alaska to be with his other girlfriend. I figure, if he tried that crap up there, he's probably frozen sold in some ice sheet somewhere, so no sense in spending too much energy tracking him down. He might be a good subject for some future archeologists though;they can fight over him like that stone age guy recently found from some ice sheet in the Alps. hehe
Not even chickee's??
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