My roommate is a cisdude. He is approximately 8 feet tall and looks like a lumberjack. I found him on Craigslist. I kinda thought this setup might be weird or awkward at first since its just the two of us and our pups, but I had a good feeling about him and I had just been screwed over by the former roomie so I needed someone fast. I went for it.
As it turns out, CisRoomie is perfect! We have completely opposite schedules and never see each other. I work a regular 9-5 and usually go to bed by 10:30 on weeknights. He sleeps late, goes to school and then works the closing shift at a bar so he gets home around 1 or 2 every morning. I haven’t seen him in at least a week, which has become the norm. I’ve actually forgotten his dogs name.
In fact, I’m so confident that I’ll never run into him that every morning I get up, hang my outfit for the day in front of the heater vent in the hall, turn on the heat and change in the hallway, in front of the vent. CR has lived here three months and has never caught me. But this blissful illusion of solitude was shattered this morning. I hit the snooze on my alarm and heard CisRoomie get up and go to the bathroom during the time that I would normally be…naked right outside his bedroom door.
Shitballs.
So I did what any sensible ladyface would do: I waited for him to go back to his room then grabbed my days outfit and my glow-in-the-dark underwear* and changed in the hall heater closet. It was dark and difficult, but still preferable to freezing my ass off trying to change in my very chilly bedroom. If CisRoomie continues with this annoying morning peeing habit I may have to work on my closet changing skillz, or hunt down some glow-in-the-dark business casual.
*the underwear are purely sentimental (until today!!!) My first girlfriend stole them for me from the drugstore. A true romantic.
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