Would You Pay To Live with Me?

Mar 4, 2010 | Filed in Humor | 9 Comments

Just imagine living in the kingdom of Nathan Exposed

I was cautious about doing it, but I’ve rented out the two spare bedrooms in my house to roommates. By the way, I’ve never had roommates.

Wearing clothes in the house has been an adjustment. I must confess that I have a habit of walking around in nothing but a t-shirt and a tiny pair of underwear. (Briefs, in case you were wondering… Something has to keep these low hangers in check.)

I haven’t quite figured out my persona yet. What kind of roommate do I want to be? Hmmm… Actually, I’m a roommate and a landlord. Oh, the power!

I’ve tried to think back to all the douchey things landlords have done to me over the years. I definitely don’t want to be one of those. Afterall, you never forget them. I couldn’t stand the thought of being that guy.

One of my roommates has a cat. I don’t understand it at all. The cat is terrified of me and doesn’t want anything to do with me. But get this… The cat tore a hole in the bottom of my box springs and crawled inside. At first, I was confused when my bed started hissing at me.

Why does this cat like living in my bedroom if he’s scared? My cats were on the bed while the roommate’s cat camped out underneath for something like 10 hours. Maybe it’s a love/hate relationship with me.

Well, I need to sign off. My nose is very runny and I’m dripping on my cat, who is snuggled up in my lap. Who needs tissues? Her fur is so absorbent.

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