After 4 months living here, far away from my country, I finally decided to write what’s in my mind for a long, long time. Living with a guy – an incredibly handsome guy I should add – is freaking hard and most of the time gives you the feeling of wanting to throw yourself out of the window.

I wrote one fanfic about a girl living under the same roof with a guy but seriously, I’ve never thought it can be that hard. I already lived with guys but this is beyond everything I went through. Sharing your apartment with a guy can be frustrating in general because, well, you can’t do everything you want, can you? Because the door to our bathroom can’t be really locked, most of the time I had to shower with the speed of the light, having the main soundtrack from ‘Mission Impossible’ playing in my mind because well, he already paid me unannounced visits in the bathroom…

Apparently, it works both ways. No, I’m not entering the bathroom when he’s having a shower (after two or three days without it though) but when I’m just brushing my teeth there with open door, he casually enters and starts to pee, calling it a new level of friendship.  

I’m seriously this close to have a heart attack one day because of him.

The worst thing is, he’s gorgeous and every girl around seems to notice it (which leads to me having to deal with random visitors in our house, even during the night...). The beginning was really hard for me because I found myself attracted to him but after seeing his twice, literally, I kind of saw the real him.

He can’t clean, cook and is helpless in everything, not to mention that he’s freaking scared of the gas and gets a panic attack whenever we have to change the bottle with gas to have a hot water in the house. He always screams that we all gonna die. Whenever I cook dinner for myself, he always arrives in the middle to annoy the out of me by smelling and tasting everything around, just to eat my dinner at the end. Of course he never washes the dishes. The whole house is full of his stuff and I can’t even lay down on the couch in the living room without finding his pants under the pillow (don’t ask…).

Oh, and of course he broke my finger after talking me into playing basketball with him…

But the craziest thing is, despite all this I still like him. We talk about his problems with girls, about in the middle of the night after going back from party. He always jokes around which guy is good for me and I like his sarcastic sense of humor.

Sometimes I laugh to myself because damn, it reminds me of some cheap, cliché drama XD