Dirty Dishes, Dirty Girl

I moved in with a couple of other students after my living arrangements fell through. The guy liked to lock himself in his room and she was generally friendly. However, after a few weeks I began to notice that we had run out of dishes. This girl had a habit of making a crapload of food, eating half and then leaving the leftovers in the dishes all over the house. It got so bad that we had mice come in to eat off her plates. I confronted her about picking up after herself and keeping dishes clean. She smiled, said it was no problem and joyfully skipped away. Needless to say the only improvement was that she was now putting the dishes back in the cupboard with food still on them. She also loved to go through my things. After having caught her in my room half a dozen times I told her I was going to have a lock put on if it continued, she apologized and swore she would stop. A few weeks later I caught her stealing condoms out of my wardrobe since she “wanted a change” and I had flavors.

She constantly walked around the apartment in nothnig but a towel, even if my or the other roommate had guests over. Her boyfriend was always at our house and ate everything and anything he could find, no matter whose it was. He also roamed around the house in nothing but a towel, if we were lucky. On more than one occasion I came home to find him naked on the couch because he “couldn’t sleep.” He also would do gross things, like shave on the kitchen counter and leave all the stuble there. She never closed the bathroom or bedroom door. So when she took a bowel movement or was having private time with her boyfriend we all knew. This happened often when I had guests over.

The final straw though was when she lost her menstrual cup. She inquired if I had seen it as it was not in her bedroom, the bathroom, or the DISHWASHER. I was horrified that she had been smuggling that in with my dishes. It took her three days to find the damn thing and the whole time the bathroom was a mess as she refused to use paper products and would simply smear the blood in paper towels and toilet paper that she would leave everywhere. I eventually moved in with three guys because putting up with farting and sweaty sports equipment was so much easier to live with.