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November 04, 2007
Mates in the house Part I
Being a gay man in his 30's, I've had a lot of housemates, over 25. Just like a mother who says she loves all her children equally, I'd say that I've had a good share of great housemates. Charlie, Evan, Dave, and Brian (two gay, two straight) are guys who still get birthday howdies from me. They get the awards for best mates.
Good housemates are a rare and treasured commodity. Why are these the good ones? Even after 18 years of living with other people, I can't give an exact list.
Charlie is like the big brother I never had, always funny, always supportive. Always timely with rent, he also kept me going during some of the worst teaching times in Bushwick. Our dogs also worked well together.
Evan is the nicotine-addicted engineer who created a symbiotic grilling relationship with me (I bought, he grilled) and automatically took care of Bear the entire time I was in Peace Corps. He's now a dad, and I can't think of anyone who would be better at that.
Dave is the brilliant lawyer/comedian who was in Lubbock with me, and who now lives in NYC. My favorite moment with him: we're installing a new phone line along the outside of the house, and we've wired it into the outside phone hookup. He's on a ladder, trying to string the phone line to me, and he has the wire ends in his mouth. Suddenly he starts to scream in a weird way, stops, then starts screaming again. Someone was calling on his new line, but the electrical charge was shooting through his spit directly into his skull. Good times.
Brian has known me since junior high, as we went to church together. He's been my friend through the transition from straight to gay, plus he kept me fed on pizza. He also didn't object when my pet ferret Dog would attack his face, or when I forgot to buy his medication while he was dying on the couch. I almost killed him on our move from Clovis to Dallas, as I found him spazzing around inside the truck. I had no idea a bee was in the truck, or that bees could kill him. He was also recently came out of the closet on TV in Texas.
There are also the good guys who had some issues. BJ didn't make it to the top list, but that was primarily for buying a puppy and then immediately dumping the puppy on my hands for a whole summer. The dog pissed and shit on everything. Bear and I were not amused. I still count him as a good guy.
Same with Christian. Good guy, but he was just too damn distracting. He was straight, and would run around with his stripped down ab-tacular body, and I would walk into walls. He also had the worst farts in the history of mankind.
Ahh, but where are the bad ones? Those are in the next post. Mwahaaahhhaaahhaaaa.
Posted by G at November 4, 2007 06:08 PM
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Something tells me the bad ones may be amusing! :)
Posted by: Jess at November 4, 2007 08:12 PM
>>are guys who still get birthday howdies from me
not this year, bitch! and i'm still waiting on that damned pepto bismol. don't make me talk to opus. oh, and you forgot to mention when you tried to burn the apartment down with the toaster oven.
but don't let glenn fool ya. he's not too bad of a roommie himself. he tolerated visits from my parents, talking with my dad while naked, and me trying to kill said ferret by jumping up and down on him (accidentally). i guess all in all we were a pretty good match.
as for coming out on tv, most everyone already knew i was gay....most didn't know what i went through getting there. that's why i decided to go public and tell my story...
Posted by: brian Nesbitt at November 4, 2007 10:22 PM
Ok, I can wait for the bad roommate stories but...
Brian N: What this about Glenn jumping up and down naked with your dad?
Posted by: Jim (The Canuck One) at November 5, 2007 11:29 AM
A ferret named "Dog?" A dog named "Bear?" I sense a postmodern theme. It does make me wonder, though, what name you would give a [human] child.
Posted by: GayProf at November 5, 2007 02:45 PM
Are you going to the chocolate show? I'm off Friday, and my supply of candy left over from the trick-or-treaters is running dangerously low...
Posted by: Tom at November 5, 2007 05:10 PM
Chocolate show?
*ears perk up*
What be dis?
Posted by: Stash at November 5, 2007 07:14 PM
Hey! I'm glad to hear Evan is doing well! A father? That's very cool! See, not all engineers are weird. :-)
Hope you're doing well
Posted by: James at November 5, 2007 09:05 PM
I have a picture, somewhere, of you, Dave & Evan celebrating on top of a pile of rubble. Apparently you had used Evan's truck to pull down the garage?
Posted by: ELeamon at November 6, 2007 11:09 PM
What?!? No mention of Dan?
Posted by: Lee at November 8, 2007 03:19 AM