I hope he didn't celebrate by making dinner in his birthday suit. Glad it didn't you cause you too much aggravation!
and i'm glad i wasn't here. i'm not doing too good on being pleasant to him these days. i'm not uncivil, just mostly avoidant.
44 days.
The two girls I rent to want to kick out their guy roommate. Luckily for them it may work out since he insisted on a 6-month lease vs. 1 year. He's a tool.
littlek wrote:Is this the AC guy?
No, the AC guy lives in the place I don't live in...toolbag the girls want to kick out live in the place I'm at.
Our toolbag shone brightly tonight. We finally have a credible witness.
J met HM3 three times now. In her own words, her impression of him till today was always "Are you for real?" But at least those were limited exchanges in the limits of civility.
Today we were watching a movie with J. HM3 comes home, and after awhile barges into the living room, hollering:
"Visitors!"
J, who's quick and a social genius, says:
"Well, it's just me. We've met before..." (in the meantime, movie's rolling).
HM#3:
"So... did you enjoy the day in the sun yesterday?"
Me:
silent...staring somewhat uncomfortably ahead of myself.
J:
"Yes, we did. We...."
HM#3 (cuts her right off):
I went to XXX Island (I wasn't listening closely. I was busy staring uncomfortably ahead of myself)... went surfing, island hopping....yada yada yada... Me me me.... blah blah blah... I I I...."
Then he strikes a pose about one foot away from me and starts gulping his water...
J (bless her heart):
to him: "That's nice.
To me:"(about the movie) What just happened? Did he totally shoot him?
Me:
"I have no idea, we missed it entirely.
He, finally realizing that he interrupted us, finally leaves. We're in a state of utter disbelief.
Then he interrupts us twice more, mid-conversation in the kitchen. He doesn't even wait for an end of a sentence. Not even a pause in a sentence. J and I work together, and we were discussing a work meeting which was pretty darn important.
HM3:
"So... I forgot to buy that balsamic vinegar. I'll do that whenever I have a chance.."
We: staring at each other silently for a few seconds, then turning to him:
"Ooooh .... kaaaay...."
continuing conversation....
Him:
"Waaater's boooiling!!!!"
We...standing right next to the stove, where the water's boiling:
staring at each other silently for a few seconds, then turning to him:
"Ooooh .... kaaaay...."
He finally buggered off. It doesn't come across in writing nearly as dramatic as it is in real life, but I've not been so put off by anyone in my whole life.
I should add that this morning we had a nearly naked episode again. Phone was ringing, somebody was leaving a message. We both popped in from our bedrooms to see what the message was.
He in his skimpy tighty whiteys (NOT the first sight you want to see in the morning) and nothing else..... Talking at me.
Me:
I actually raised my hand to sort of cover the sight of him and took a few steps towards my room so he's out of my sight. I have no idea what he said.
Me:
"I don't think the message is for either of us..."
He:
barging towards me (me running for cover into my room):
"Are you sure, cause it could be our landlord and...."
Me:
Shutting my door, telling him to replay it if he wants to through a small opening in the door, then slamming the door.
Oh well, 41 days left. He's f*in ridiculous. I've never met anyone so inept and rude (if unknowingly). August 12 is going to be the most glorious day in a looooong time. Cannot wait.
Thorty. It's funny from here.
Was the message fr me?
it was, from joan. something about some carrier somewhere in the back... i didn't get what it was really about tho.
our exchange yesterday...
#3: So...yeah...hnhnnn...snort...so... do you have any plans for the 4th of July?
Me: No, I.....
#3: cuts me off... "I am going to the XXX Boathouse and we're going on a cruise...yadayada....fantastic.... and then I.... and I will.....and me....
Me: growl...eyeroll.....
#3: Me me me....I I I....
Me: cutting him off: "I don't like fireworks. They are silly and a royal waste of money. I have to go now...
slamming the door (as usual).
You are really painting a hilarious picture, Dag. I think you have the makings of a very funny sitcom here.
I've only read the last couple of pages but - thank goodness you only have a little time left!!
Tighty Whities??? MY GOD MAN- that's horrific. That's enough to send him out on his butt dangit (IMO). I guess it could be worse. I shudder to think.
Is that now a new roommate question BTW?
Um, not a new housemate question. It probably should be. But, if we questioned every potential house mate using HM#3's foibles as a gage, we'd never get anywhere.
Ack! In his undies AND without a shirt, he is cooking his breakfast and cleaning the bathroom AT the same time.
yes, that's what i woke up to. i'd have to be dead not to wake up,too. gaaaaaah!
littlek wrote:Ack! In his undies AND without a shirt, he is cooking his breakfast and cleaning the bathroom AT the same time.
What excellent time management!
Yeah, in his world it probably is.
I think he presumes we like to see him nearly naked. I wish I had told him to put some clothes on last time when I was running into my room, but I was a) horrified and b) had other priorities (get away FAST!)... Then I though about what I should have said.
Anyway, this Thursday begins the One Month Countdown. Phew.
Ok, so I'm older and, usually, more straightforward than you two, but also used to be more curbed in my conversation than I am now - making up now, I guess, for lost time. Thinking, by the time you two get to be my age...well, hell, even the next unbred lamb in your chambers will likely get more "get the f/k some clothes on" than this dweeb. You let this gloriosa daisy flower out of some combo of courtesy and whatever. It's hard to be a saint in your own house. Discuss stuff as it comes up. I know you have. But clearly not loud enough.
I know, I know, this is old.
One more month.
We were always pretty frank about this kind of stuff back when I lived with relative strangers. And it would be a big deal sometimes, but we'd still do the pre-bar drinking afternoon on Saturdays.
The family that drinks in the afternoon together, I guess.
Which is it's own little piece of I-told-you-so, I guess.
