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Describe the worst roommate that you ever had.
My worst roommate remained friends with an ex boyfriend after we had broken up. She was so mad at me that she kept asking my ex to come and visit while I was at home. At other times she would be in her room with her boyfriend making all kinds of noise that would wake me up. Her room was next to mine.
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October 07, 2009 05:31 PM
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The nephew of a friend of mine needed a place to stay and moved into my spare bedroom while I was in college. We agreed on splitting half of all the bills for the apartment and I never had too much trouble with him paying up, except that he would nit-pick every penny he was spending and would habitually completely turn off the heater (this was a short 2-3 month period when he lived with me during the colder months of the year). He never believed me that turning it all the way off wasted more energy and ended up costing more than just turning it down a bit to get it to stop running.
(Quick back story: I had a boyfriend and he went out every blue moon to sleep with whomever would tolerate him long enough to get through the night - harsh but true.) One night, we weren't doing anything in particular, we had our dinners and a beer or two and were just shooting the breeze. He came onto me and I ignored it for as long as I could. Once it became obvious what his intentions were, I fought back and stopped it before he got his way. I had zero interest in him or in cheating on my boyfriend. I let a day or two go by before confronting him, but when I did confront him he said that there was no way he came on to me. Clearly, I was making it up and was fantasizing about him!
At one point, he walked into my room as if he were invited while my boyfriend and I were in bed and lingered in the doorway even after I told him to leave. Can you say creepy! Oh, yeah, and WEIRD!
Eventually, it got to the point where he started expecting me, as a woman (not his woman, but simply a woman), to clean up after him and listen to anything he said without argument because I was nothing more than a "silly girl". (Hence the issue with the heater.)
I finally told him that he had to pay for his last month and be gone by the end of that month. He, of course, had to argue with me about my request too because he didn't believe that he was making me uncomfortable. He thought he was right about everything and that I was just being "silly" about everything. Finally, he paid and left on the last possible day.
(Quick back story: I had a boyfriend and he went out every blue moon to sleep with whomever would tolerate him long enough to get through the night - harsh but true.) One night, we weren't doing anything in particular, we had our dinners and a beer or two and were just shooting the breeze. He came onto me and I ignored it for as long as I could. Once it became obvious what his intentions were, I fought back and stopped it before he got his way. I had zero interest in him or in cheating on my boyfriend. I let a day or two go by before confronting him, but when I did confront him he said that there was no way he came on to me. Clearly, I was making it up and was fantasizing about him!
At one point, he walked into my room as if he were invited while my boyfriend and I were in bed and lingered in the doorway even after I told him to leave. Can you say creepy! Oh, yeah, and WEIRD!
Eventually, it got to the point where he started expecting me, as a woman (not his woman, but simply a woman), to clean up after him and listen to anything he said without argument because I was nothing more than a "silly girl". (Hence the issue with the heater.)
I finally told him that he had to pay for his last month and be gone by the end of that month. He, of course, had to argue with me about my request too because he didn't believe that he was making me uncomfortable. He thought he was right about everything and that I was just being "silly" about everything. Finally, he paid and left on the last possible day.
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October 06, 2009 01:00 PM
The site of this travesty was my college dorm room. Helpful Answer?
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Oh man, don't even go there. I was a freshman in college, first time away from home, and this guy was the room mate from hell. He was sloppy fat, and when he exercised at all, his sweat stunk worse than anything human, worse than you could possibly imagine. I swear it was a toxic smell that actually gagged people. When confronted, he'd say in his really dumb voice "What? Everybody's sweat stinks." (not like yours it doesn't). The only thing worse than his BO was his breath. See that dragon at the top? Yeah, like that. He could grill a cheese sandwich from ten feet away by breathing on it.
Not only did he stink, he had no sense of personal belongings or space. I would get a bowl out to have ice cream, set it down and turn around to wash my hands...He would put the bowl back away!!. Same with my razor. Same dumb voice.. "Well you shouldn't leave stuff laying around" (dude, I was using it). He snuck up behind me when I was shaving with a razor and yelled BOO! I could have slit my throat, and actually, the whole year living with him, he DID make me want to slit my throat. How I survived, I'll never know.
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Oh man, don't even go there. I was a freshman in college, first time away from home, and this guy was the room mate from hell. He was sloppy fat, and when he exercised at all, his sweat stunk worse than anything human, worse than you could possibly imagine. I swear it was a toxic smell that actually gagged people. When confronted, he'd say in his really dumb voice "What? Everybody's sweat stinks." (not like yours it doesn't). The only thing worse than his BO was his breath. See that dragon at the top? Yeah, like that. He could grill a cheese sandwich from ten feet away by breathing on it.
Not only did he stink, he had no sense of personal belongings or space. I would get a bowl out to have ice cream, set it down and turn around to wash my hands...He would put the bowl back away!!. Same with my razor. Same dumb voice.. "Well you shouldn't leave stuff laying around" (dude, I was using it). He snuck up behind me when I was shaving with a razor and yelled BOO! I could have slit my throat, and actually, the whole year living with him, he DID make me want to slit my throat. How I survived, I'll never know.
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The worst roommate I ever had was my ex-husband. Every weekend, I would run around the house collecting towels from the two bathrooms and kitchen to wash. Each week, I would find a wash rag sitting on the back of the toilet. I would pick it up and wash it, but the next day it would end up right back there again and it always looked as if it had been wetted down and placed there. You know how fabric gets when it air-dries; it gets stiff and tends to maintain the form it was in when it was laid down wet. Anyway, so one day I ask him what the heck that washrag is doing on the back of the toilet each and every day.
Here was his response, "I feel toilet paper is a rip off. Buying toilet paper is feeding the corporate monster, so I use a washrag to clean myself up and wash it out in the sink and then lay it on the back of the toilet." He then began to nag me about my own use of toilet paper and why I shouldn't use it and how expensive it is to buy just to wipe your butt with it. At that point in time, I couldn't get out of that marriage fast enough!
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Here was his response, "I feel toilet paper is a rip off. Buying toilet paper is feeding the corporate monster, so I use a washrag to clean myself up and wash it out in the sink and then lay it on the back of the toilet." He then began to nag me about my own use of toilet paper and why I shouldn't use it and how expensive it is to buy just to wipe your butt with it. At that point in time, I couldn't get out of that marriage fast enough!
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