My freshman roommate
July 28th, 2008 11:17pm by admin
My first roommate freshman year was more than slightly oblivious to social norms. He came to school with a straight-banged, home style haircut and drab, utilitarian clothing. His preferred music was as dated as his style, preferring to listen only to Buddy Holly and other recording artists from the very beginning of radio. He would often sit alone on his side of the room, quiet until I had friends visiting. Then he would crank the volume to overpower what we were listening to.
They looked at me in disbelief, but I was just as befuddled as them. The kicker was trying to go to sleep. Oh, about three or four minutes after the lights went off, he’d start masturbating. Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. I was still awake, and paralyzed in shock, that this was happening. I would toss extra loudly and mumble or cough, which would stop him, for about 30 seconds or so.