My little secret

Met with my new roommate, BM, today. We are trying to easily introduce his dog to my cat, and we hope one of them won't die in the process of living together.

The whole time they were here, I was thinking, just three more days, and you will be here always.

And I didn't like that.

To be fair, I am looking forward to some things. Financial relief, the sense of a household with full furnishing, and the constant companionship.

What I am not looking forward to is the flip side of constant companionship, annoying presence. Also, I can't stand his dog. That is not the dog's fault, and I know that, and am respectful to the dog, but I can't stand it.

I can't live by myself, and I don't want to, but I just don't think I am ready for this.

Not to mention, he has a hell of a image to live up to: Past roommates.

First of all, my last roommate, my wife, was easy. She really was easy to live with. She cleaned, she cooked, she gave sex. I got all of these for pretty much just being. Not to bad. He ain't gonna provide the same, and those sure do off set the bad aspects.

Ok, but it isn't fair to compare to your wife. So, my last non-sexual roommate is even tougher to be better than.

We were friends first, then roomies. He is totally laid back and cool, cooks, and was the organizer of the household. Mostly because he owned most of the shit, now I do. Anyway, he and I were very similiar, not so really with my new guy. I really got it right when I lived with D, and now I am not so sure. This choice seems to come from a place of need, rather than a secure place of desire.

Anyway, can you guess what a popular topic will be here in the next few months?