The Issue with Room Mates
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There were innumerable acquaintances who were room mates and they enjoyed their lives as the result of this additional expendable income from the arrangement.
Me, I never wanted a "room mate" stranger cohabitating with me in my life.
Call me unsocial, call me whatever you like ... the entire concept of living with someone I don't know has been abhorrent to my existence.
This attitude has pretty much remained to this day. I avoid conversations leading toward the area of habitation sharing because as my best old ex-friend Tom used to say "living by yourself is a groove".
The people who attempt to call me to the fence for a discussion of how they need a room mate is largely left on deaf ears. This vision of some needy "organ donor" stranger repels me. Those females juggling five children from various baby daddies likewise are getting nowhere with me.
How can a female who has had sex with everyone in the immediate area really consider herself attractive anyway — besides the fact that she may be 40 years younger and all.
I simply cannot become a welfare check supplement.
It's really not up for negotiation or debate because it takes two for any discussion and I'm simply not having it.
I don't intend to be unsociable or project a mean attitude by any stretch of the imagination. However, by the same token I don't intend to become prey either and my place can't be shared by just anyone anymore.
Suffice it to say that your baby daddies need to take responsibility for your ugly little offspring of diverse colors and leave it at that. Crayolas need to be taken from a box of crayons not delivered by an obstetrician.
I don't know, it may be selfish but some men decline to assume the duties secondary to those carnal inclinations of women — nor those associated responsibilities created by other men.