And I was still staring in shock when, a few minutes later, she spilled the contents of her large backpack bag onto her bed to reveal upwards of about 80 condoms. “They had the flavored ones in the Student Center today!
But there were barely any left when I got there...” She added, clearly disappointed.
I didn't have to ask what happened because at once, she turned to me eyes alight with satisfaction and said simply, “I met someone.” At the time, I thought this news was spectacular. I considered Beth a friend and was happy to see her succeed in the shark pool that is the college dating world.
And at an even lower point—towards the end of the year—I found out from Beth's closest friend that she and Rafi had apparently regularly pushed our beds together when I went home for breaks so that they could have an “increased surface area” for their sexual escapades.
To say life was miserable would be an understatement. Beth's sex addiction drove my life into the ground, and no amount of mediation or housing-transfer requests was able to stop it.
I figured Beth and I had our differences, but I would still try to do her the courtesy of compromising to accommodate both of our room needs.
However, the next morning, as I was yawning through my chemistry test, I reflected back on the night before and how bold it was of Beth to make such a difficult request of me.
Because he wasn't a student and only had a part-time job at the halal food cart on the corner, he was always around.
He had clothes stashed under her bed, a toothbrush in the drawer and on the few occasions he wasn't in the room itself, he was staked out in front of the floor elevator, watching for when I would leave.As she was my first ever roommate, I wanted to do my best to ensure that we had a smooth and perhaps even amicable relationship.And for the first few weeks of classes, we succeeded. That day, she came home late, smiling coyly as she glided into the room and collapsed on her bed.I chuckled nervously, not really registering the connotation.Then, she dropped the bomb: “But the police did give us a citation for doing it in the park.” I stared at Beth in utter astonishment as she continued laughing. ” I gasped, pointing at the gleaming pile on her mattress. ” She responded, excitement animating her plain features.That very next day, Beth came home even later than she had the night before.