Moving On

After the alarming phone call I received from my friend, I did a lot of thinking about what options I had on the matter. One was obviously that I could tell my roommate, but either he wouldn’t believe or he would and most likely dump his girlfriend. Another option was to keep quiet on the issue and hope that word never got out about the situation at all. I ended up resolving the issue by sending a Facebook message to my roommate’s girlfriend. I got on one of my friend’s Facebook account that she would not recognize, and sent her a message saying that I was really good friends with my roommate and had heard of the actions that had taken place. Therefore, I basically put it in her hands to either tell my roommate about the whole situation herself or act like she never received my message.

Since this is my last entry, I find it suitable to end with information on the upcoming semester. I ended up deciding to find other roommates for the next semester. I am going to live with one of my good buddies as well as a friend from back home and then another guy I don’t know very well. Although I still think of my roommate as one of my best friends, it is so extremely difficult to live with him. My main thoughts were that since his girlfriend is going to be transferring here next semester, all of his time will be devoted to her, his video games, and possibly schoolwork. I honestly can not and will not force myself to go through another year, or even a semester, of having to live with someone like that. I honestly hope all the best for my roommate, though, and I know that if somehow he and his girlfriend end up getting married later down the road, I will positively be the best man at their wedding.

No Cheating Allowed

I got a pretty interesting phone call from one of my best friends the other day. As everyone knows from my previous entries, my roommate’s girlfriend goes to the University of Memphis. Well since I live in Memphis, I also have a lot of friends that attend the same college, including the guy that called me. Memphis isn’t really a very big “party” town, so most of the days that people go out they mainly go to bars or clubs. For instance, the popular club to go on Thursday is Quetzal, Friday is Inferno, and Saturday is Hollywood Disco. Almost every college person that lives in Memphis knows about these clubs because there is really not ever much else going on. My best friend, though, had called me with some pretty important news involving the preceding weekend that was going to change the tone of these entries forever.

My friend and I were talking about all of the normal occurrences of a regular weekend until his voice changed. I asked him what he was acting weird about, and his response was, “You promise you won’t tell anybody what I’m about to tell you?” Anytime my friend says asks me this question I know that either something crazy has happened to him or that he knows of something crazy that has happened. My first response was for him to tell me the news and how bad it was. My best friend then goes on to inform me that he had gone to Quetzal on Thursday night like he normally does. He mentioned that he was dancing on the dance floor with some random girl when he saw my roommate’s girlfriend making out with this random guy. It got quiet for a second because I really didn’t know how to take the information. I knew that if I told my roommate the news he probably wouldn’t believe me, but if I didn’t tell him and he found out from another source he would know that I had known the whole time. I was in a big pickle.

Girlfriend Transfer?

A few weeks ago my roommate’s girlfriend came up to Knoxville to stay for a couple days. Although in my recent entries I have talked a lot about how much I can not stand the girl, for some reason she acted somewhat nice over the course of the weekend. My birthday had been the Thursday before, but we were not having the actual party for it until Saturday night. Even though I would have expected my roommate to come to the party whether or not his girlfriend was in town, they both showed up and ended up having a really good time. In no way does this mean that I approve of her dating my roommate, but it was not extremely miserable having her around. She stayed from Friday to Sunday and then left to go back home, which was quite unusual since she would usually stay until Monday or Tuesday. The weekend turned out to be a complete success even though she was there.

Monday rolled around and it was time to go to class. I had a pretty average day with classes and came home to grab a bite to eat. My roommate and I somehow started talking about the weekend and how much fun it had been. My roommate got off on to talking about his girlfriend and how she was transferring from Memphis to UT Knoxville for fall classes. I immediately changed subjects because I did not want my pretty good day being ruined. For some reason, though, that is all I could think about for the rest of the day. Did my roommate not understand that now he was going to have absolutely no time to spend with friends? Now don’t get me wrong, I love the fact that this meant he wasn’t going to have to Skype his girlfriend anymore or spend hours talking on the phone with her, but now she is going to be what all of his time is devoted towards. Hopefully she will end up changing her mind and staying at Memphis.

Happy Valentine's Month

As almost everyone knows, Valentine's Day takes place on February 14th and is a time meant for love and being with the one you care about. Why there is only one day out of the whole year to set aside for your significant other is beyond me, but that's beside the point. A few days before the Valentine's Day weekend my roommate notified me that his girlfriend would be coming to stay over. Obviously if I can't stand the things that my roommate does with his girlfriend when she is six hours away, how am I supposed to control myself when she is residing in my apartment? The smartest decision I could come up with was to drive home for the weekend and come back around the time she was meant to be leaving. Although driving back home meant six hours in the car, it was well worth it to get away from the inevitable nightmare.

I arrived back home late Sunday night to notice that the woman was still in my place of residence. I resolved to take a shower and go to bed so that I could contain the anger that was stored in my body. Luckily, I returned home to an empty apartment Monday after classes. Shortly thereafter my roommate walked in the door female free, and I assumed the dilemma was over with. The funny thing about the situation was that his girlfriend had left her mark all over the apartment. There were chocolates and Valentine's cards and love notes and little gifts all over the place. And the thing about my roommate is that when he falls for a girl, he can't get rid of anything that he receives from that girl. I let the useless junk lie around for multiple weeks only to observe that the reminders of her made me madder with each coming day. Therefore, I resolved the problem by gathering anything that reminded me of her and throwing it under my roommate's bed. Although he was not happy about my actions, I could not have been happier.

The Adventure Begins

Sophomore year stared out quite well when it came to my roommate. He would come out with me every weekend and actually enjoyed being able to meet new people. With time, though, his relationship grew with his girlfriend. Instead of just texting her all the time, they had moved up to talking on the phone quite often and even occasionally Skyping one another. Luckily, at this point Skype was not as big of a deal to me because we now had separate rooms since we were living in an apartment. The only problem was that my roommate began not wanting to go out. One of the main flaws with him is that he falls really hard for girls. Therefore, it is as if he feels like going out and talking to other girls is against the "relationship law". It became an every weekend occurrence that when I would get back from partying and hanging out with friends that my roommate would be sitting in his computer chair playing the notorious game called Halo. I don't have anything against hermits, but this was not o.k. with me.

Every weekend I would ask my roommate if he wanted to come out with me and my friends. There were times that something insane would be going on, like a concert or some wicked party, and it never failed that he would decline the offer. The only reason that I could think of was that my roommate knew that he could stay at the apartment and play games like Halo and that would be a motive for him to not have to meet or talk to any other girls. The sad thing about the whole situation is that I honestly don't think my roommate has many any lifelong friends during the entire time he has been going to college. Therefore, I decided to resolve the problem by forcing him to come out with me. It was actually quite a simple process. I took the games that he played the most and hid them from him. A deal was formed that every night he would come out with me and my friends, he would get one of his games back. After he had finally gotten all of his games back he had actually warmed up to the idea of making new friends, and it was all thanks to me.

What's the Point?

This is my first blog entry, and throughout these entries I'm going to mention the different types of situations that arise when your roommate decides to partake in a long-distance relationship, and how to avoid some of the problems when they appear.

The whole point of college is to meet new people and to hopefully do well enough in school to have a good salary later on in life. To me, I don't see what the point of relationships are during college, because that means that you only allow yourself one person of the opposite sex, or possibly the same, to devote most of your time to. Obviously there are going to be exceptions like people that cheat on their significant others, but forget those tools for the time being. There are hundreds, or even thousands, of students that attend every university in the nation, so what is the point to get tied down in a relationship?

When my roommate informed me last semester that he had a girlfriend I was somewhat surprised. I've been friends with him for almost all of my life and I love the kid, but he really isn't a very good looking guy, which is why I was shocked. Be that as it may, I talked to him about how the two met and things of that nature when he uttered the words, "Oh, and by the way, she goes the University of Memphis." At this point, I was furious. He had pulled this same stunt the year before with a girl that went to Mississippi State University, and had made staying in a dorm with him a living hell. A few of the memories we had included him talking on the phone to his ex-girlfriend many hours of the day while I would be trying to study, as well as Skyping her at all hours of the night and basically just ruining my life. Little did I know, sophomore year was going to end up a lot like freshman year, and I don't mean that in a good way.