shawna

Last night when I got home from class at nine thirty, my door was locked. When I opened it, I also found that the door to "the bedroom" was closed, though the light was on. There was a pair of boy's shoes by the door.
I decided to patiently wait until someone came out of the room until I went to bed, not wanting to interrupt something.

It took four hours for my roommate to open the door.

Then she came out with this boy I've only met once and they started to suck each other's faces on the couch in front of me.

I went to bed. I had to be awake at six, and here it was, past midnight.

When I woke up this morning, he was sleeping in my roommate's bed with her.

I've met this guy once and she doesn't even ask me if it's okay for him to SLEEP IN THE SAME ROOM AS ME!?

Anyone who knows me knows how paranoid I am about sleeping-- Now I'm really upset about how she didn't ask me, and about how I didn't even know I was sleeping in the same room as someone of the opposite gender, a stranger who I know nothing about, except his first name.

I want to approach her later and tell her I don't appreciate it, but I know I won't. But if it happens again, I will tell her that I don't appreciate having some warning. To be completely honest, I'm not a hundred-percent comfortable with the situation, but if she had asked me, I would have said yes, so I don't want her to think I'm just some scummy bitch trying to control her life.

But damn, some warning would have been nice.