I’ve usually have been the single roommate or if I had a boyfriend, I didn’t see him for a long time and it was usually any of my roommates who had a boyfriends they see on a regular basis so I usually don’t see them.
So while they have their fun, I tred to find something to do.
And usually I was the roommate who didn’t have much do except for work and going to the gym. And now I decided to do the book club and I know after book club I want to probably walk in some math and engineering courses before I start class in the fall. I mean before I just worked and worked out and then watched TV and looking at my roommates one who is taking classes and the other one is studying for her MCAT. I know my MCAT roommate is trying to get into med school because she does miss being in school. Anyways the before lifestyle was just so monotonous and not very fulfilling, but the new lifestyle with book club and my boyfriend it’s so much better. I’m so much happier.
I feel awful telling Mr. Fish about what happened. I don’t want him to think he’s not making me happy it’s just the opposite–the complete opposite. It’s nice to have someone to talk to and someone who supports you. Someone to talk to that you don’t need to beat around the bush–you can always come clean.
You see…female roommates would really like to have their female roommates to be single until they have a boyfriend. I notice this in all spectrums of female relationships. A fellow single female roommate is your wingwoman, the one who is your designated driver, the one where you see two guys at a bar and say one guy for you and one guy for me, etc.
Anyways, look I don’t think my roommates meant to leave me out tonight. I came back home from the gym and I see my two roommates getting ready to leave for dinner and a movie and just left. Then a couple minutes later one of my roommates comes back to the house asking me if I wanted to go with them too and they didn’t ask me because they didn’t know what time I was going to leave.
I told her “no” because I needed to do laundry and I was going to LA tomorrow right after work. You see, before I didn’t have much going on in my life and now I do and I need to remind myself that I’m going on a different schedule and that for the longest time I stayed home while my roommates went out with their boyfriends. I told her maybe we can do something next week except for Monday and Wednesdays because I have book club and I don’t come home until past nine.
I sort of think it was messed up that they just left and then suddenly came back asking me if I wanted to come along. Usually a more considerate person would say “hey we’re going to dinner and a movie feel free to hang out” or not say anything at all and leave. Not leave and come back as if they didn’t anything wrong–it’s just poor timing. That’s something my dad taught me when it came to social skills–timing.
All I need to do is remind myself that I’m not doing a bad thing for joining book club, bonding, and hanging out with my boyfriend. I’m only feeling bad for myself because I’m being left out. Like I said this is new because it’s been a while since I’ve had a busy schedule.
I like how it mattified the oily parts of my face but I didn’t like finding flakey skin at the end of the day :-/. So disappointed since everyone raved about it.
