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"Threesome Anyone?" Great Introduction...
Occasionally when spending time with my gorgeous friend Twaz I feel as if involved with some sort of Dickensian play entitled, "Tale of the Housemate That Wasn't". Take that as you will - we don't parade about in enormous black skirts (much), wear corsets (often), or oh fine, we're under each others feet so much I may as well be a rug.
Thing is, I've actively gotten into Twazs life so integrally I almost feel like I live here like a parasite. As a result of which last night I was around in the evening when she came home, and we went on a cleaning mission for an hour together (okay, not quite a parasite, I do have uses) prior to the latest prospective housemate putting in an appearance. He seemed nice enough; Indian in fitting with the area, well spoken and to his own words hailing from Leeds. Seemed polite, got shown around and then myself and Twaz sat him down with a cup of tea and grilled him. Thence problems arose.
Twaz asked me specifically not to help with the grilling. I know (and after the better part of a decade of knowing me she knows) that I can be way too in peoples face with the weirdness. Truthfully though, if you have a Moulin Rouge book sat prominently facing the room then frankly whoever is weirded out by me is going to die the first time other people show up for even the most light of our social circles affairs - "tea and cucumber sandwiches" is not in line. In any case, I wound up doing some grilling. Sorry Twaz, but in essence it helped. I could have stayed in the bedroom and tooled around on the computer, but well, kind of glad I stuck around, because some time later after he left (and he seemed perfectly sweet - if a little scared of me) he texted Twaz back with a conversation that was surmounted by, "Anyway, would u and ur frnd like 2 have a threesome?".
For the record this isn't taken out of context. Twaz introduced me as her friend, we were on separate pieces of furniture, and for ONCE nobody could have accused us of seeming as if we were an item even though I do come across as well me.
But seriously
Honestly, I'm kind of glad I was around. Because that was creepy. Oh, and the text was preceded by a question about sex parties.
Actually, in retrospect, what might have given this noob the idea to ask about it was that we sleep in the same bed, rather than my messing up the housemate en potentias room. Oh well. If you're going to be creepy, do it properly.
Fun Felidae Fact: I just burnt microwave popcorn. How did I even BEGIN to manage that? I can cook better than a lot of TV chefs and I took the instructions on the bag to the letter - admittedly it came out alright, but the whole of downstairs smells not so much like the counter at the cinema as it does a fire in a bakery. HELLO OPEN DOORS!
Occasionally when spending time with my gorgeous friend Twaz I feel as if involved with some sort of Dickensian play entitled, "Tale of the Housemate That Wasn't". Take that as you will - we don't parade about in enormous black skirts (much), wear corsets (often), or oh fine, we're under each others feet so much I may as well be a rug.
Thing is, I've actively gotten into Twazs life so integrally I almost feel like I live here like a parasite. As a result of which last night I was around in the evening when she came home, and we went on a cleaning mission for an hour together (okay, not quite a parasite, I do have uses) prior to the latest prospective housemate putting in an appearance. He seemed nice enough; Indian in fitting with the area, well spoken and to his own words hailing from Leeds. Seemed polite, got shown around and then myself and Twaz sat him down with a cup of tea and grilled him. Thence problems arose.
Twaz asked me specifically not to help with the grilling. I know (and after the better part of a decade of knowing me she knows) that I can be way too in peoples face with the weirdness. Truthfully though, if you have a Moulin Rouge book sat prominently facing the room then frankly whoever is weirded out by me is going to die the first time other people show up for even the most light of our social circles affairs - "tea and cucumber sandwiches" is not in line. In any case, I wound up doing some grilling. Sorry Twaz, but in essence it helped. I could have stayed in the bedroom and tooled around on the computer, but well, kind of glad I stuck around, because some time later after he left (and he seemed perfectly sweet - if a little scared of me) he texted Twaz back with a conversation that was surmounted by, "Anyway, would u and ur frnd like 2 have a threesome?".
For the record this isn't taken out of context. Twaz introduced me as her friend, we were on separate pieces of furniture, and for ONCE nobody could have accused us of seeming as if we were an item even though I do come across as well me.
But seriously
Honestly, I'm kind of glad I was around. Because that was creepy. Oh, and the text was preceded by a question about sex parties.
Actually, in retrospect, what might have given this noob the idea to ask about it was that we sleep in the same bed, rather than my messing up the housemate en potentias room. Oh well. If you're going to be creepy, do it properly.
Fun Felidae Fact: I just burnt microwave popcorn. How did I even BEGIN to manage that? I can cook better than a lot of TV chefs and I took the instructions on the bag to the letter - admittedly it came out alright, but the whole of downstairs smells not so much like the counter at the cinema as it does a fire in a bakery. HELLO OPEN DOORS!
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