I have a wonderful roommate. Really. She's nice, she's fun, and she cleans the bathroom.
We've had an interesting history together in the 5 years we've known each other. We moved in together the summer after we met in grad school and ended up being single at the same time for about a month or so.
At this time, there was a young man who was rather persistent in his attentions to her, but she would have nothing to do with him. He was nice, but a little boring. At one point when I was rather low about my loneliness, she suggested that perhaps I could go out with him. I replied that the day I had to resort to her cast-offs, she could just shoot me dead, as there would be no lower that I could go. As it turned out, they got together by the end of the summer and stayed together almost 4 years, splitting up just a few months ago.
His name is Dave.
Fast forward a few years... I am again single, having gotten together and broken up from my first love a few times, and I was again unhappy about being lonely. This time she suggested that I could go out with this great guy she knew at work, who was really cute, funny, and getting over a divorce. I responded that I'm not into blind dates or recently divorced guys on the rebound, and the subject was dropped. Well, shortly after the breakup a few months ago, he revealed that he was interested in her, and had been for some time. Despite both of them recognizing that she needed a lot of space after the end such a long-term relationship, they were soon spending all their time together.
His name is Dave.
Well, the second Dave was the typical manifestation of the Transition Man. He didn't last long. This is unfortunate, since he is a great guy, cute and funny and kind.
So my roommate has been looking into grad schools, wanting to pursue her passion of preservation and archiving and history, and discovered that the University of Washington has a great program in just that! She decided a few weeks ago that she wanted to go to Seattle and see what it is like and if it's someplace she'd like to live. A friend of hers suggested that she get in touch with a friend up there. She has since been emailing madly with this guy and has seen a picture of him and is looking forward to her trip with quite a bit of enthusiasm. She has not tried to set me up with him at all.
His name is Kevin.
This last weekend, she went to a party hosted by the same friend who put her in touch with the guy in Seattle. At this party she met another guy who later asked the hostess for her email address and has since sent her a very nice note.
His name is Kevin.
Last night she remarked that she can't carry this sort of correspondence on with two guys at once, and reflected that the second Kevin isn't really her type, and maybe he's more my type. I foresee a relationship in the making.
Hey, at least if she hooks up with the second Kevin, she’ll be more likely to stick around than run off to Seattle and leave me roommate-less.