So, Shogo inspired a blog the other day. He inspires a blog all the fuc@#$@# time, according to Shogo. (That’s a direct quote from him right next to me-but then he really does inspire blogs all the fuc@!#$% time. So give him some credit.) But he definitely inspired this blog.
How old is too old to have a roommate?
How old is too old to be sharing a sofa with your roommate watching TV?
At what age should you no longer be shopping with another man for furniture? To be sharing the same big screen television?
How old is too old to have to take turns cleaning another man’s toilet?
How old is too old to have to leave your apartment on a Friday night because your roommate has a hot date who he wants to cook dinner for without you around?
How old is too old for you to have a roommate, just because you want to live in the middle of the bustling city when you can really live five or ten minutes away and get a place to yourself?
I want to hear from all the women out there today.
How attractive do you find a man when you go back to his house and his roommate is laying there on the sofa on a Friday night with his hand buried knuckle-deep into his ball socket sitting there in his boxers watching television?
Or when you walk into a man’s apartment for the very first time and his roommate is there playing XBox with three other guys, drinking canned beer where one of them happens to be sitting on the lawn chair dragged in from the patio because they had no extra chairs?
How old is too old to have a roommate and when is it time to grow up and live on your own?
Forget about how old is too old to be living with your parents…that’s a whole other blog.