Warring Greeks
My Very Worst Roommate was a frat boy. We got along at first and there was a little flirting, but nothing once the semester started. He secretly harbored a grudge after he realized I wasn’t going to date him. Things appeared cool and we still hung out. A month or so into the semester I started dating a guy. I had been going to most of MVWR’s frat’s parties for the last two years with my sorority sisters, and I told them beforehand I was coming to the party on this given night. His brothers blocked me at the door and refused to let me in. When I confronted MVWR later and asked why, he started ranting about how I was always disrespecting him. I was confused, and he wouldn’t give any further explanation. Civility ended.
MVWR would sulk any time I had male friends over, sitting on the couch and pointedly not looking at or talking to us, and grunting at them when they said hi. He would cut his hair and leave the remains (which looked like pubic hair) all over the sink, floor, and bathtub in the only bathroom in the house. He let his dishes pile up all week and started using mine when his were dirty. His method of cleaning was shoving everything under the couch. The smell of beer permeated the downstairs.
A few months later I was dating a new guy. He came over one evening and MVWR noticed. The next morning I came downstairs to find that one of MVWR’s glasses had fallen off the drying rack and shattered. I cut my foot on the glass shards and went back to my room to clean the cut. Shortly after, he demanded to know why I broke his glass, called me a liar when I told him it was there when I went downstairs, told me I’m always disrespecting him, and started waving a roll of computer cable in my face. I knew he had gotten violent with his mother recently, so I was afraid he’d get violent with me.
I waited until he left, then fled to my mother’s house, begging her to let me move home. A few days later I came back with my boyfriend and part of his fire brigade to move everything out safely. I never got my portion of the security deposit back even though we weren’t charged for any damage.
This started with you sharing an apartment with a frat boy. How did you ever imagine this would not end badly?
This is why it’s a bad idea to move in with people of the opposite sex where it is not completely platonic. I had plans to move in with a male friend of mine, but after a few conversations made it clear that he was hoping something would develop, I had to back out. Flirting with him was a poor decision on your part; you gave him hope and that probably made things a lot worse than they otherwise would’ve been.
He’s definitely a psycho, but you didn’t do yourself any favors.
Margaret – Cheap shot, it’s easy to make fun the Frat guys huh? You probably base this on your vast experience or maybe it’s just all those fun movies that portray them in the least positive light?
Definitely glad you got out of there, but you did kind of bring in on yourself, though that doesn’t excuse his immaturity in not being able to move on.
OP here. It was a dumb move to be there in the first place, but I honestly had no where else to go. The flirting consisted of about two occasions, but that was two too many! Interestingly, I had chosen there because one of my sisters was moving in there with her bf, who was this guy’s brother. She moved out almost immediately due to the guys’ behavior. That probably should have been the first sign…
Sorry OP – I also moved in with a single guy friend and he turned into a psycho once I started dating. I thought things were platonic but apparently he didn’t…
Shit Andy seems like frat boys are touchy bastards. Who would have thought?
Bog/Andy – Stereotypes suck, huh?
And how does someone bring on psycho behaviors by flirting twice? Should she reserve flirting for the guys she plans on marrying or just when she has visions that they will have a long-lasting relationship? She had every reason to flirt with him — she probably found him humorous and attractive. As she got to know him, the flirting stopped. That doesn’t mean she started being a cold bitch.
Mr. Frat Guy was just a big titty baby that took a little flirting and ran with it. A lot of people bury their heads in the sand when it comes to relationships. Instead of being realistic with themselves and those around them, they wantwantwant.
@Meshell
I read between the lines to assume that OP knew the guy beforehand; she moved in with him (it seems just her and him) and she had been partying with his frat for two years. My sorority paired up like that and by the time I graduated I knew the guys pretty well.
I’m not terribly flirty with guys, but I make a point to be excessively platonic where my roommates are involved for the very reasons detailed in this story. You just don’t flirt where you sleep, in my opinion. It gets messy and I’ve never ever seen it end well. I think male/female roommates can work, but it’s best when there’s more than two people.
I don’t think the OP is to blame for flirting, odds are this guy would have made the same assumptions and be the same asshole if she hadn’t flirted. I mean, the guy got violent with his mother, obviously he’s a psycho. Glad the OP got out when she did.
There’s a reason the Frat Boy stereotype exists, folks, so save your defence of them for a more worthy cause. I married into a family with a Frat Boy in it who married the Sorority Queen, but he still acts like the eternal Frat Boy, and he’s almost 40. There’s a reason they’re called Frat BOY and not Frat MAN.
So you’re always disrespecting the frat boy, eh?
There’s a reason ALL stereotypes exist. Right, EggWhite?
How’s that white robe and hood working out for you?
“There’s a reason ALL stereotypes exist.”
oooh and you took it there! Not what she said. Sounds like someone is going to fail out of college, fratty. You’re just digging yourself deeper in the hole.