Awkwardddd
You know, I can be a very awkward person. I’m silly, I crack jokes people don’t understand, I make references to things people don’t get. This normally ends up in one of those awkward silent moments. I’ve gotten better about handling them. Now I announce to everyone that we’re having a moment of awkward silence, everyone laughs, and the conversation moves forward. In my experience, this works well. It clears the air, so to speak; humans dislike uncomfortable situations to the point they choose to not even address them. So when someone does, it’s very relieving. But in this case, you couldn’t just go “Awkward…” and have everything be better. No, it was just THAT. AWKWARD.
My boyfriend is playing softball with a couple of friends today because it’s absolutely gorgeous. We went to have lunch downtown and then he dropped me off at my dorm. So I walk into my room, and it’s dark; I figure, okay, roomie isn’t in. That’s cool, wonder if she’s at [insert friends' names here] room. And then I look up. And see four legs in her bed. And an uncovered shoulder that is most definitely NOT hers. The cogs whirl, the switch trips, and I’m like, “OMG ROOM MATE IS IN BED WITH HER EX BOYFRIEND.” I kinda stand there awkwardly until she looks up. I kind of give her that look that says in a kind voice, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING. She grins sheepishly. A short, awkward conversation ensues. At this point, I figure that I just give up. I drop my bookbag on my chair and walk out without saying anything because, what could I say? “Hey, let me give you a minute to get yourselves presentable, I’m gonna step out.” Yeah, that wouldn’t have been weird AT ALL.
So I leave. I go downstairs and get a soda that I don’t want or need (I still haven’t opened it), then go back up to my room. At this point, they’re both fully dressed, the ex-bf is getting his shit together and high-tails it out. The following conversation occurs after this moment:
Room mate: For clarification, we were just snuggling.
Me: Without clothes on?
Her: We were dressed!
Me: And.. his shirt was where?
Her: He never wears a shirt. He was wearing shorts. And boxers!!
Oh, is she talking about the blue boxers I saw him carry out with his computer and cell phone? Just wondering.
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Oh, I am so glad that Australian universities don’t have the tradition of living on campus in a dorm – I imagine I’d constantly be putting my roommates in the awkward position. :S
My roommate and I have devised a system of letting the other know when it’s not the best time to enter the room :P We have a whiteboard on our door, and we draw a small heart in the bottom left hand corner as a signal to come back to the room later. ;)