I came in from outside and asked if anyone had seen Sean. Soon though, Sean and I started fighting all the time. We'd signed a lease thinking our seamless ability to write and edit together would translate into a chill living situation.
Bedding your cohabitator seems like an obviously terrible idea, and yet, for some, it's like putting chunks of meat in front of a hungry lion.
You watch your roomie towel off after a shower or cook shirtless and your mind wanders.
You're around him all the time, you get along, he's there waiting when you get home from an awful date. Especially on TV shows like along with the rest of the fans. Because I know firsthand the idea is bad-news bears. came to that same realization when she found herself hiding naked in her bathtub, clutching her clothes to her chest.
If we sound intense, it's because we were forced to be.
"The fact that roommates are so intimately in each other's space accelerates the relationship," says Andrea Syrtash, co-author of , forced to be together 24/7 with nowhere to escape.
We fought about things that other couples don't until years down the road: the dishes, the laundry, the vacuuming.
These were the kinds of arguments a long-term couple can survive and a new one shouldn't be having.
, I remember thinking before I broke down his wooden bedroom door in a rage, slamming my whole body against it. I don't remember if someone actually told me or if the silence clued me in, but I freaked out. When we started hooking up soon after, we debated breaking the lease but decided we could casually date while living together. We spent the next two years hooking up on and off and making each other's home life a living hell.
The night ended with the girl storming out of the house in tears and Sean leaving to sleep at a friend's. Sean and I had moved in together as roommates but quickly became more. How dare he bring someone into his room during a party he knew I was at? For a while, it was nice to have someone to kiss and cuddle so nearby.