2012-10-12, 04:32 AM
Had the most amazing night.
Had the most awkward morning.
Went over to cuddle and watch some crappy horror films with my man. I ended up getting soaked on the way because it was raining, so I ended up wearing his clothes, which was nice. It was quite literally the perfect night for me.... until his housemate got involved.
His housemate (another guy) is literally in love with him, and has been for the past year or so. He's so obsessed with him that he made it a rule that he isn't allowed to have another guy sleeping in his room. So I had to grudgingly un-cuddle myself from him and sleep in the guest room. I was fine with this. I found it quite funny in an evil "You jelly?" sorta way.
So yeah, he woke me up in the morning and made me a cup of tea, which was lovely. I went and got changed back into my own wet clothes (I imagine that the housemate seeing me wearing my mans clothes would be awkward) and was just about to leave when his housemate walked out of the kitchen and saw us together. We said an awkward "Good morning" too each other. I could literally feel his murderous intent.
I feel evil that I enjoyed this guys jealous suffering. Probably because I'm on the winning side of it for once.
Had the most awkward morning.
Went over to cuddle and watch some crappy horror films with my man. I ended up getting soaked on the way because it was raining, so I ended up wearing his clothes, which was nice. It was quite literally the perfect night for me.... until his housemate got involved.
His housemate (another guy) is literally in love with him, and has been for the past year or so. He's so obsessed with him that he made it a rule that he isn't allowed to have another guy sleeping in his room. So I had to grudgingly un-cuddle myself from him and sleep in the guest room. I was fine with this. I found it quite funny in an evil "You jelly?" sorta way.
So yeah, he woke me up in the morning and made me a cup of tea, which was lovely. I went and got changed back into my own wet clothes (I imagine that the housemate seeing me wearing my mans clothes would be awkward) and was just about to leave when his housemate walked out of the kitchen and saw us together. We said an awkward "Good morning" too each other. I could literally feel his murderous intent.
I feel evil that I enjoyed this guys jealous suffering. Probably because I'm on the winning side of it for once.