Spending the night for the first time.

A few nights ago, I spent the night at Chelsea’s house for the first time. My roommate was celebrating her birthday and I was expecting things to get crowded and loud, so I made the decision to spend the night elsewhere, in hopes that maybe I would get some sleep.

Before you all get your hopes up for a dirty story, let me inform you that nothing happened, and I truly did go to her house to spend time with her and SLEEP.

She forewarned me that her mattress was quite firm, but I must say that it was actually very comfortable. I would even say that I am open to transition to a firmer mattress because when you’re sleeping with someone else, you’re less likely to both end up in the sometimes uncomfortable valley of the mattress.

It turns out that I sleep just the same with her as I do when I’m by myself. Waking up is, of course, much more enjoyable because her lovely face is just inches from my own.

Things are going well, ya’ll.

Roommate Troubles

So I got in a little tussle with my roommate and her friend last night. Or, this morning, rather. I don’t normally post things on any social media concerning people I live with because if they were to find those posts, it could be awkward, but in this case, I think it’s fine.

The story goes like this: When I first moved into my house, I slept fine. Yes, Atlanta is loud and people love drag racing at 3am, but my earplugs covered that for the most part. However, the longer I stayed in the house, the more often my roommate would bring her friend over at late hours, predominantly after work.

My roommate works the late shift, so she doesn’t get off of work until 10pm-2am, it depends on the night. I would think that after working a shift like that the only thing you want is your bed, but this is not the case for her. More nights than not, her friend comes over at this time too and they talk, sometimes watch movies, and eat/smoke together.

Over the course of the past 2 months, I have physically come out of my room about 5 times to tell them to please turn it down or crack a window. A few nights ago, at 2:30am, she and her friend were being loud in the living room. “Loud” at 2:30am is not “loud” at 3 in the afternoon, I recognize that, but my room is right next to basically everything in the house, so everything sounds “loud” at 2:30am. Also, that same night, as her friend made her entrance to our house, she slammed the door. That’s just inconsiderate and not being mindful of the other people [who have day jobs] sleeping in the house.

So, I didn’t say anything that night, but I did say something last night. They weren’t being that loud, but loud enough that I could hear them through my earplugs, so I had to say something. It was also almost 1am, so past the time people should be “hanging out” in my opinion.

I came outside and requested they be more quiet and more mindful of the other people sleeping in the house. Her friend, who doesn’t pay rent here, gets a little defensive and says, “What, so you want us to whisper?”

Internally, I got a little mad because she doesn’t pay rent or live in this house, so it doesn’t matter what I do or don’t want her to do. I told her, “No, you don’t have to whisper, but you do have to be more mindful and considerate of the other people in this house. For example, when you came over last Thursday at 2:30am, you slammed the front door.” She didn’t have anything to say to that and so I said goodnight to them both and went back to sleep.

There is definitely some tension in my house now, but I don’t think they understand what insomnia is or what not being able to ever sleep through the night feels like. The placement of my bedroom is also dumb because my walls are the opposite sides of the living room, kitchen, hallway, and bathroom. I. Hear. Everything.

The Interminglings of Lesbians

This is a short story that concerns something that happened yesterday between me and my roommate. I think it’s actually quite funny, but I don’t think my roommate was as amused as I was.

She was gushing about this new girl she’s been seeing to me and my friend who was visiting. She described a greek goddess and it was clear that she was quite taken with her. Naturally, my friend and I asked for a picture. My roommate pulled up Dream Girl’s Instagram account and I thought she looked familiar… I scrolled down further and stumbled upon pictures I had seen before on another app a few years ago.

I knew this girl. Well, I knew of her. I had spoken maybe 3 words to her once, years ago, back in my little homophobic hometown.

I used to work at O’Reilly Auto Parts and I would sometimes stop by an asian restaurant for some sushi rolls. One day, I was walking in and I was greeted by this beautiful girl- the same girl my roommate is currently talking to.

I asked her for her name and said thank you and left. Later that month, I downloaded a lesbian dating app and she happened to be on it as well. I don’t think we matched on there, but I thought it was funny because I had gotten some “gay vibes” when I met her in the restaurant and her presence on the app confirmed that she at least had same-sex curiosity.

So, yesterday, when I told my roommate that I knew this girl, her face kind of dropped and I hope she doesn’t think we have some sort of history because we definitely have none. I told her that I didn’t date her or even say more than 3 words to her, but her reaction seemed troubling.

We’ll see what happens.

The L Word advertised this chart of all the women who slept with other women and this situation made me think of that because while I don’t know every single lesbian on this planet, it seems that me and my friends all know the same ones, and now my roommate and I have a mutual as well.