The Guy Who Is Totally Into My Room Mate

So there's this guy who I met a while ago, like, half a month ago? Anyway, he was the one I said I had an amazing conversation with, where it never ran dry. We became friends after that, and we went to a movie night (which I might have briefly mentioned) a while later, and while he was somewhat quirky- in the darkness, with the TV lights flickering with each changing scene, he might have been mildly attractive.

Anyway, every Wednesday night my room mate goes out and socializes while I stay and home and do my own little thing. And she gets lifts home, late at night, from this guy I'm talking about. Now idk wtf happened in between (because as far as I was aware he was just some guy who my room mate introduced me to who I thought was mildly attractive), but one night, at 12.30am, as he, my room mate and I sat in the lounge, I finally picked up that this guy was being oddly flirtatious.

Well it wasn't "oddly" flirtatious, he was always kind of like that, but I assumed it was part of his personality. Not his real personality, just the sort of thing you build yourself to give yourself an identity, like "oh she's the innocent one who doesn't get dirty jokes" or "oh he's the dirty one who keeps on telling dirty jokes"--- and it just so happened that "oh he's the one who's really desperate for women because he keeps on getting friend-zoned".

But that night, as I sat, somewhat groggy at having been woken at midnight by the return of him and my room mate, some part of my brain chemistry just worked, and my brain said to me: "hey, I think he's desperately- very desperately, hitting on your room mate". I was quite dismissive then, because I had other things on my mind (someone was sending me midnight texts which I placed a priority on responding to), and I figured that he was just up late and kind of high--- or something.

So when two hours later I found him and my room mate sort of sitting on my bed and refusing to leave while I also sat in bed and typed away on my computer, I didn't think much of it. Yeah, alright, I'm kind of slow at times. Some part of me did think "huh isn't this kind of late", but I was up waiting for my off peak internet times to kick in, and it was going to be amazing because we were capped and I was desperate for high speed internet.

And that was like, episode 1.

Episode 2 started yesterday afternoon, where I ran out of milk and was desperate for groceries. By then I had roped the poor guy into driving my room mate and I down to the shops and I felt guilty enough that I offered to cook dinner for all 3 of us. Yeah, I've changed, I know. Anyway, we also happened to drink, and because he couldn't drive after drinks he just stayed... late... again. Before I knew it, he and my room mate were kinda like, semi-wrestling in my bed and I was just kinda sitting in a corner with my laptop... because for fuck's sake, it was MY bed.

And I would've totally told them to get a room... except they did have a room... MY room. Oh the FML moments of my life...

So we settled for a movie, and we just kept on watching some shitty zombie movie for ages. And it finally got to that point, where after however many hours of watching stuff, I finally told them to GTFO, and to take it back to another room. That was pretty much as effective as telling duck to play baseball. Some how I remained in bed while both of them ended up sitting on the floor of my room, and it was a while before any of them actually left. I do vaguely remember asking the guy if he was sure he wanted to drive after such a long night, and he said he was alright so off he went.

And this afternoon, as I stared blankly at my laptop doing whatever the fuck it is I do, the fact finally sank in: whoa that guy is totally into my room mate, and I've just been a massive cock block the entire time. That made me feel quite awkward for about 5 seconds, until I realized they were in MY room so ffs I'm the victim.

Now, my dear room mate, if you are reading this, rest assured; as I am now aware of the circumstances, I will make sure to leave you guys alone next time. But for the love of God, do your thing elsewhere- i.e. not my room.