-- Citizen D
I found in my rent range. I called several. These girls were the only ones that responded to my call. They were cute and the place was huge. They showed me
my room. It was a full basement with a living room and bedroom--attached. I would have a bathroom to myself, a walk-in closet, and a door to the outside with my own patio (it's built on a hill). It's basically three stories; I'm on the bottom (tempting...), and the girls are upstairs, with the main living area and kitchen on
the main level. It's some 2500+ sq ft.
I've lived with one girl before...my sister. I've never live with three unknown girls. Alright, so here's the story starting with introductions: A-Very beautiful girl, nice tan skin, dark eyes with dark hair. She wears a blonde streak in the front. She's very thin and tends to be very loud. She tells it like it is, a periodically respectable trait. A respiratory therapist major with a part time job at a grocery store pharmacy.
JB-Also quite attractive. She is very petite, maybe 5'3" 105 lbs. She is very dedicated to school and works hard. When she is around, she is usually on the go. She talks fast and moves fast. She has more pale skin with brown hair and brown eyes. She is a nursing student, like Tempest, but a little more involved in the game. She works part time at a hospital.
J-I'm going to try not to be too biased, but of the three, J is my favorite. She also has brown hair, hazel eyes and somewhat tan. She is a nursing student and keeps busy working at a local hospital. She is a total sweetheart. She works nights and I don't see her much. I don't know what to say about her. She's just an All-American Girl-next-door type of girl. She is extremely cute. She is not too loud and not too hyper. She thinks before she speaks and she has a smile that could melt butter. Screw you, I am biased.
I just recently realized that I have a crush on J. I knew I was attracted to her from the beginning, but I overestimated my own self-control. You see, I'm a hopeless obsessive romantic. I just have to remind myself not to be too obsessive.
Oh yeah, me: Paddy-I'm 24, the girls are a couple years younger. After being tossed around by school and work, I ended up attending one of this state's fine law
enforcement academies (a 15 week program). I am interested in all things criminal and government, I have no faith in religion, only science, and I own just enough Star Wars memorabilia to make people uncomfortable.
So, here I am in this house with three girls, all strangers. It has been a good time and a good adventure from the start. J and A gave me a card for my academy graduation. On the outside it said "Patti�downstairs bad boy" Other than the feminine spelling, it made me feel pretty cool. I don't always have the best self-esteem. They also gave me gifts-two street signs. One read "Policemans Way" (I like it for the double meaning). The other read "No guns." Which is true. I don't have any guns. Unless, you come to my house to steal them. Then, I will shoot you. So other than constantly not being able to use the washer and dryer due to the girls clothes occupying them, there are a couple of interesting things that have happened since I moved in.
Which reminds me�why does every single load of clothing a girl washes have underwear in it??? I have washed many loads of clothing that do not contain underwear. But, everytime I open the dryer to put clothes in it, it contains panties-tons and tons of panties, and bras. I know women wear outer clothing. For once, I would like to open the dryer to find just outer clothing. That way I could remove it without the awkwardness. But I digress. The two things, one more interesting
than the other that have happened.
The other: We were sitting around talking one day, the four of us, and A was doing laundry. She mentioned that she found something on top of the dryer and wanted
to know who was responsible for it. She hesitated to say what it was. This made everyone a possible culprit. Finally, she spit out some phrase referencing a feminine hygiene product. At which the girls immediately knew what she was talking about�and I was starting to get a clue. Neither girl wanted to fess up, obviously, and A, being the nonchalant girl that she is, said that the item had been used (too much visual for any of us). So J eliminated herself from guilt and the topic was pretty much dropped. Now I wasn't going to make it a big deal, but I am just damn glad that I was not the one to stumble on to that! The one: So I was at my buddies place drinking one night about a month ago. We were playing with fire and the typical stuff until about 2 am. Then, I left to go home. Because I was drunk and hungry, I went to pick up some B & J's on the way home. So I got home and noticed the living room light was on. I didn't think that much of it. Just that one of the girls was watching t.v. I entered the house through the garage, which leads right into the kitchen. As a matter of fact, if someone has the refrigerator door open, you
would walk right into the fridge from the garage door. I entered the kitchen and made a bee-line to the silverware drawer to get a spoon. I glance over my shoulder to look at the t.v., it was showing the t.v. guide channel, and look back at the open drawer while processing thought. I just saw a shirtless man sitting on the couch watching t.v.-shirtless man-2:30 am-t.v. guide channel. I turned back around and noticed knees above the couch cushion beside him. He was covering her with a pillow. "Uh, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt anything," I say. I knew this was bound to happen in this living situation. Unfortunately, they were in between me and the door downstairs. I had to go by. So I just tucked my head down, stepped over the piles of clothes, and passed by briskly eating the plastic tree we have in the living room. It was an uncomfortable situation, but not a huge deal. The thing that bothered me the most was that I didn't know which girl it was at first. But, I found out the next day when A's car was still here as well as his. Did I say she was loud�I meant she had a big mouth. Sorry, I've been making a lot of jokes about that night since. And now we have a new character in our little story: We will call him G because he acts like one. G is punk at first impression. He is a 26 yo camera man for one of the local news networks. He has brown hair, dark eyes, tall, sculpted body with a boyish face. He looks a little Damon-ish. The funny thing about G is that he talks like he is black, acts like a dipshit, but he is a very sincere individual. He has respect for me, even though I am jobless, and he cares very much about A-you can see it in his eyes.
So, life is good. The girls like to spend time in the common areas with boxers and little tee-shirts on, something I could never do. Oh, and there is "Lesbian pillow fight Thursday," but that is a story for next time.
-- Paddy
-- Citizen D