Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk about my past. Oh yeah, and happy Eclipse Day. We’re having an eclipse as I write to you now.
Let’s dedicate this blog to all the roommates I’ve had. Now a roommate can be a scary thing. I’m sure you all have stories, but to save on rent, which is really high in Manhattan, I often got a roommate to cut costs. I had a big loft in NYC.
I often think about what people thought of me. I got divorced, moved in with a French guy on Christopher Street in the west village of NYC. You get the idea. But it was one adventure after another. This guy was something else He had a serious girlfriend in NY, a serious girlfriend in LA, and serious girlfriend in Paris. Oh man! How do you keep track of all the names? He said in a French accent, “Oh, that’s easy, I just call all my girlfriends, “Baby”. One time the girlfriend in LA showed up to surprise him on his birthday. I thought Oh Man, this is gonna be awesome. I don’t know how he did it, but he pulled it off. The girlfriend in NY never found out what was going on. When the girlfriend from LA showed up, he kind of freaked out and asked me to take her out for a coffee. I said, No way man! I’m staying out of this. It was quite an adventure. Anyway, it was a fun three years.
In college, I had a roommate who was very conservative. I was in a fraternity for math students. The guy across the hall was a speed freak. He was always dropping speed. As you might understand, he was a little edgy. Anyway, he was always hanging out in the lounge. I would call his phone, and just before he got to the phone, I would hang up. I did it four or five times in one day and he lost it. He beat the phone senseless with the receiver. I guess that kind of dates me. It was an old-school phone.
The roommate I had at the mathematics fraternity was a big guy. He was a body builder. At the time, I had a nervous tick on my face. Like, I would always squint my nose when I was under stress. It was a nervous habit. I guess I looked like a rabbit. Anyway, one night, he just stood up and screamed at me, “Stop with that nervous tick or I’ll knock it off your face.” Now, have you ever had a body builder scream at you in a violent way? Well, it scared the S out of me, and I never had the tick again. I guess he did me a favor, even though it aged me five years.
I’m sure you guys have lots of stories. Send me some stories. I’d love to hear from you. I’m gonna go now. My daughter is here for a visit, so I’m gonna spend some time with her.
Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice
