Falling For My Roommate

After we got in, the first person to say a word to me asked "Are you here to steal our souls?" I couldn't help but laugh at him.

"Why no. I think I'm the only one in here who has a soul to start with."

Well, I suppose it goes without saying that this didn't go over very well, and he never spoke to me again. After about thirty minutes, I just curled up on the couch and watched the folks dancing and drinking and playing beer pong, which appeared to be a bigger sport than football in this town. After a few minutes, my roommate landed right next to me in a rather tired state. "These folks can't dance," she complained. After sitting there complaining about the folks at the party, we got up and walked back to Lee, where we lived. During the walk home, we ran across a couple semi-drunk guys who claimed to be bisexual. I knew something was awry when one of them asked my roommate and I if we were bi as well. She lied and said 'yes.' If she was bisexual, I was George Washington. She then proceeded to invite the two of them over to our room. Could things possibly get any worse? By the time we got back to the dorm, I knew that I had to get out of there. Not wanting to change in front of those three, I went to the bathrooms at the end of the hall to change.

After I got some pants on and something decently warm for the rest of me, I went outside and got on my bike. It was time for some late-night cycling. I was out for an hour and change before finally heading back to campus to see if my roommate still had company. There was no way in the world that I wanted to walk in on her, only to be asked by the guy(s) to join. I noticed from outside that the lights weren't on, so I was hoping that they were asleep. When I got to the door, I heard nothing. I finally breathed easily knowing that my roommate had finally gone to bed....well, maybe not. I unlocked and opened the door and the room was dark, but I didn't feel too confident about the situation.