The point is…

When I was 21 or 22, I moved out of my parent’s house and into my own place with my then girlfriend.

We eventually broke up (after a couple years), and I moved in with two friends, Nicki (my current roomie) and Deanna.

Jack Tripper in the hizzie.

Deanna moved out, and mike moved in. Then Jeff.

Then Mike moved to Cali, and Nicki moved to Florida.

So it was me and Jeff for awhile, until Jason moved in. He ended up getting kicked out.

Then my then girlfriend moved in, Jeff moved to Baltimore, another Mike moved in, then moved out and me and the now ex got a house.

Things obviously didn’t work out, and she moved out. Coincidently, around the same time, Nicki had since moved back to Maryland, and her current lease where she was staying was up.

So we became roommate (or housemates, or whatever) again. That was about four or five years ago.

The point is, since I’ve moved out of the folks’ house, I’ve always lived with someone, but that is changing by the end of this year.

Nicki and I talked about it, and it’s time to be roommate free. Nicki has been the best roommate someone could ask for, but I think I’ve reached the point where I want to live alone, as has she. And the reason is simple:

I want to run around the house naked.

I can’t do that with a roommate.

Well, I could, but they might not like it. And, yes, that is surprising considering I’m Mr. Sexy.

People just don’t know what they are missing.

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Ron

Okay.

Norman

See…. if I were Nicki – I would think ahead and keep a digital camera handy and tell you it was A-OK to run around nudie. Then I would have sooooooo much blog fodder!!

lesley

Mr. Sexy? Is that like Mr. Coffee? Or Mr. Clean?

Soooooo much to comment on here. So much!

Freak Magnet

Jeez Louise. It’s only been 3 1/2 years, punk. You know you’re gonna cry when I’m gone. Borrowing from The Great Buck Owens, Who’s Gonna Mow Your Grass? I’m gonna make you a mix tape of all the reasons you’ll be sorry when I’m gone. Yeah, that’s right – a mix tape. Or cd. A mix somethingorother.

Stewie

Ron – Okay. Squared.

Norman – I don’t think it would bother me.

Lesley – Mr. Sexy is Mr. Sexy. Nothing compares.

Freak – No, I’m not going to cry. I will be too busy running around naked.

Norman

Can I move in with my camera?

Stewie

As long as we put it to use, baby. *wink wink, nudge nudge*

aricblue

Uh…yeah, I’m gonna need a flow chart or a graph or something to keep track of all that. You can shoot it to my email. 🙂

lesley

Ugh, get a room already, would you? Please!

Stewie

Stop h8ing, lesley.

As you can see, even aric wants to see Mr. Sexy.

Norman

damn i hate it when people call my bluff

Ace

The sad thing is, once Freak moves out, Stewie’s not going to let ANYBODY stay over. Ever.

He used to let people (like me) do it all the time. Now I’m just picturing rules. Like a list on the front door.

“8. Everybody out by midnight.”

Or something like that. Stew, am I wrong?

(And don’t worry, I can afford a hotel in MD.)

Stewie

OMG!

Ace, that is a GREAT idea.

I need to work up some rules because you are absolutely right!