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.