When we collide...
So, here's a story typical in my life.
Me: So, I know that guy just came over twice to my house to ask me out and I said no, but there is another cute guy at work. He's the Tech Guy. He's kind of more my type I guess, slighly dorky but kinda cute.
Roommate: Oh yeah, so are you going to ask him out?
Me: Well I don't know, he's kind of quiet, we'll see.
Two days later:
Me: So guess what's up with Tech Guy.
Me: He's effing gay
Roommate: HA!! He totally IS your type!!
I swear to god. Anyway, we had a good time tonight; we made a special happy hour so the folks who drive in to the city could make arrangments so they could hang out. Of course, happy hour virgins don't realize that by "happy hour" we mean about 5-8 hours. So by the time we were ready to change venues at 9pm, most of them left anyway.
I tell you what though, I love having roommates. Like, it kind of sucks when they're all lovey-dovey and I'm the third wheel, but they're pretty good about that. They keep the making out to a minimum and wait till they're upstairs. They both came out to meet my work friends and stayed out for quite awile. I had people to walk home with and grill burgers with when we got home. It's not perfect, but it's nice.
P.S. "Collide" is the Dishwalla song that was in the last episode in Smallville, which I'm not a ginormous fan of, but it happened to be a very emotional moment between Clark and Lana and since I've had a million beers, I just watched it on Tivo 10 times. Good night.