My favorite roommate.
I’m going to skip over the time when I shared a childhood room with my baby sister. I’m also going to skip the time I shared a summer place with another sister. In short, I’m going to skip relatives.
My first non-family roommate was the one I was randomly placed with in my dorm for my first year of college. Nightmare. She was a snob, but not even in the Mean Girls kind of way. It was more like, ‘Why are you even a snob?‘ I couldn’t figure out what was so great about her. I couldn’t even figure out what she thought was so great about her. And she smelled weird. And by weird I mean bad.
In my next year of college, I chose to room with my then best friend, a girl I met while living with the smelly snob. This was a mistake. E, as I shall call her, fucked with my head even though I didn’t realize it was happening at the time. I wrote a two-part post about her [and here is the rest]. It’s a long story. But one you might find interesting if you find me as fascinating as I’m sure you do.
When I studied in London, I had four roommates [two female, two male]. Hey, it’s expensive there. We were all Americans studying abroad so we hooked up [not like that] and found a great place in South Kensington that I’ll never forget. That was a great flat. I loved it there. I wish I’d stayed… never to return to my home country.
Anyway… one of the guys was a little annoying, but not extremely so. And he was hilarious when drunk or otherwise fucked up. The other guy was a total hippie. One of the girls was a whiny brat. The other girl was great. We became good friends, together experiencing all London [and several other European destinations] had to offer. Like everyone in my life, though, I lost touch with her a long time ago. She’s almost the best roommate I ever had.
For the remainder of my time at school, I lived on my own. A good choice on my part. Hung out with Randy a lot. I was in a pretty good place.
During my last year, I met David. We hit it off right away and became close friends. He had a new and not-so-serious girlfriend so I never gave any thought to anything beyond friendship. But he did. He told me he didn’t want her anymore—he wanted me. But he wouldn’t cheat, nor would I be a part of any such thing. The next day he [nicely] dumped his girlfriend and showed up at my door immediately after. Took about thirty seconds for us to jump on each other. Ahem.
I graduated that year, but David didn’t. Yes, he was a younger man. I moved home for the summer to work as much as possible and save enough money to move out. At the end of the summer, I moved to my college town to be near David. He had his dorm room, but he stayed at my apartment often. But he wasn’t really my roommate. Until he was.
After he graduated, we moved in together. We lived in the best apartment I’ve ever had… and he was the best roommate I’ve ever had. God, we had fun. It was probably the happiest time in my life [aside from my wonderful childhood].
Why am I not still with this man? Fuck if I know. I was an idiot. Or we both were. I don’t know. Our paths started to diverge and we just kind of stopped being ‘us‘. We continued living together for over six months after that. We never had any awkwardness. We were still the best of friends.
He was the best roommate I ever had. And I miss him. It’s been a long time… maybe I over-romanticize our time together. But to me, he is ‘the one that got away‘. I beat myself up over that because I feel like I was the one who let him go.