When I left for college, my mom gave me one piece of advice: don’t have sex when your roommate is in the room. While technically I obeyed the letter of that law, I sure as shit didn’t obey the spirit of it.
My sophomore year was a weird one. I had tried and failed in a relationship, was struggling finding my academic calling, and all in all was feeling a bit lost and depressed. Katie – one of my five, randomly chosen housemates – wasn’t helping matters. In a word, I didn’t like her. In a lot of words, she annoyed the everloving shit out of me, largely because she was ridiculously blunt. If I went into the kitchen before my shower, she’d proclaim, “you look funny”. It wasn’t an insult; it was an observation. But when these things happen over and over, they tend to rub you the wrong way.
After about two months, I started to get used to Katie’s bizarre social ticks. I’m one of those people that doesn’t see much physical attraction if there isn’t any emotional attraction (or, more accurately, if there’s negative emotional attraction – I find strangers quite sexy!), so as I started to get more comfortable with Katie, I started to realize that she was really sexy. She was short, about 5’1″, but very curvy. Korean descent, chin-length black hair, gorgeous skin, and quite an impressively sized ass.