I was
the odd roommate, the one whose lifestyle was notably different from that of my roommates.

I had sex with women.

Yes, it's true- they were both out-of-the-closet gays, and I was the hetero guy who lived with them. They were not a couple, thank god- in fact, I'm not sure that Michael was sexually active; if he was then he was nicely discrete about it. He and I got to be quite good friends.

Anthony, on the other hand...

One morning as I was getting ready to head out there was a knock at the door. An unfamiliar guy was looking for someone, "I think his name might be Andrew or something."

"Anthony?"

"Yeah, that's him!"

Anthony emerged from his bedroom, and the two of them went back in. And I got my jacket and vanished for the day.

Sadly, this scene was repeated with alarming frequency with unfamiliar people.

Now, all of this I could deal with- hell, I wasn't sleeping with the guy, so if he got something dire from one of these people it really wasn't my problem, and fortunately his room and mine were separated by the bath so I never heard anything.

And then one morning as I was not quite awake and was in the shower, I noticed a bright red used condom next to the soap.

That was a little more than I could take.

Length and girth are something that I'm glad I never found out about. From either of them.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 5 Apr 2007, 18:38, Reply)