Okay, I know everyone has said it would be a bad idea (and I mean everyone. Blog friends [yes I consider you all to be friends, I’m not sure if that’s a commentary that I’m a big mushy softie, or I’m a just a sad pathetic loner 😉 ], real life friends, girl that I like etc etc.
Not one single person has even gone “It… might…might, you hear me?! MIGHT! Be doable. Might“.
Which is fine. So why in the world would I be revisiting an idea that has been trashed by everyone I know?
Well, for one, I’m pigheaded jackass. When people tell me I can’t (or shouldn’t) do something, I am more inclined to do it. It’s the terrible three-year old in me. I can’t help it.
And two, well they’re the cheapest out of all the options I’ve gathered. Coming about $50 cheaper per week, than the next option. Do the math, that’s $200 a month and $2400 a year. It’s not chump change.
And yes, I’ve considered Hellavaciously Hot Homeowners “drama” and “time of the month” issues, as well as Dynamically Delicious Dixi.D.’s “trainwreck” postulations. Hell I’ve come up with some of my own.
1. They are all (or 2 or even just one of them) ridiculously hot. – While some would consider this to be a bonus. Think about it. Everyone knows you don’t poop where you eat. And you don’t date someone who is your room mate. So you have 3 hot women, living with you, yet unavailable to you. Blueballs, anyone?
2. One or more of them will have a boyfriend – Stereophonic humping noises is not the soothing lullaby music I could sleep to, there is nothing lonelier than the other side of sexed up wall.
3. One or more will be a massive douche bag. I don’t deal well with douchebags, or drama queens, or bitchiness, or chronic complainers. But that being said, I could have this problem whether I live with 3 girls, 3 guys or a mixture of both.
Thats about as far as I got, so my challenge to you is this: Can you think of any more reasons why this is a bad idea? Other than the fact it IS a bad idea. Give me a hypothesis, an argument. Make a play using sock puppets if you really want. Something I can point to the 3 year old in me, and go “Oi, dingus. THAT’S why you should leave this alone.”