Needless to say we are close.
This changed a little when I got my first boyfriend. Actually it was before I got my first boyfriend (we'll call him Gus), I non-dated him for about eight months before we actually started steady dating—aka he was just over at our apartment ALL THE TIME.
I was a strange mixture of tom boy and girly-girl, I think I grew up that way being the oldest in my family quickly followed by four brothers. My brothers played dolls and kitchen with me and I played war games and rough and tumble with them, loved the color pink, and wasn't afraid of dirt and sweat and bare feet. I'm also a bit of a drama queen sometimes, although I like to think I am very rational and level headed.
The first six or seven months of Gus and me not dating usually included at least half an hour of discussion after he left about how I liked him that day with my roommate. I was completely bi-polar. Some days I liked him, some days I was completely freaked out about him. The idea of dating in and of itself freaked me out—as in I liked to hide my face under my pillow when my roommate mentioned hand-holding freaked out.
It was on the days when I bi-polarly didn't like the poor boy that my roommate stepped in and decided to help me. Did we kick him out of the apartment? No. Did he know I was being bi-polar that day? Probably not. Our solution: my roommate (we'll call her Ashley) just hung out with us all day (I will love her forever for being such a faithful third-wheel).
One night Ashley was feeling Laura deprived because I'd been doing things with Gus all day—and I was feeling over-prived of Gus. We decided to watch a movie, easy, casual, doesn't require too much attention.
By this point in our non-courtship I think Gus was getting a little tired of waiting, so he'd go ahead and try cuddling with me. We'd sit all three of us on the couch, a cushion for each person, and then he'd slide a little closer. So I'd slide a little closer to Ashley. Eventually we'd end up touching again, so I'd scoot over again. What happened was that I'd be very snugly sandwiched between the two of them. So then Gus would cuddle with me and I'd cuddle with Ashley and Ashley would cuddle with the couch arm.
On nights when Ashley wasn't around the game got even more intense.
Q: Do I sit by him or don't I when he comes over?
A: It doesn't matter because he'll end up sitting next to me anyways.
Q: How many times can I scoot over on the couch before it gets akward?
A: A limited amount because there is only so much couch to slide on before I'm cornered between Gus and the couch shoulder.
Sometimes my roommate would get so fed up with me and Gus and my noncommitedness and Gus' wholehearted commitedness that she would just solve the problem in her own way. She'd sit next to me and lean her head on my shoulder and we'd let poor Gus watch us and wonder why on earth he couldn't get me to do that to him. Later I found out the cuddling was sometimes purposely planned just because she got annoyed with him and it bothered him when she cuddled with me instead of me cuddling with him (weird right).
At this point I feel like I should clarify, I do like guys, I plan on marrying one someday, and (like I mentioned before) my roommate and I are rather strange, we're like sisters.
I also want to mention that I did eventually get over my fear of hand-holding. I have snuggled and hand held, and even done both at the same time—a shocking feat I know.
This is the conclusion of my story about roommates and dating and drama and first boyfriends as I think you have probably had plenty about it for one post.
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