For someone who did not want roommates, I have to say, I’m really enjoying them. Here’s another look at the goings-on in 6A.
The scene: It’s a Wednesday night and we’re all getting ready for dates. Brian is meeting up with his long-time (but complicated) FWB. The girl “Ryan” pines for baked him muffins, which she is delivering. And I’m going out with a new guy.
Brian comes out of his room in a red & white striped T under a gray sweater. “I feel like a candy cane. Do I look too candy cane? Should I wear the brown instead?”
Me: “Yes, brown.”
Ryan says something about brown and gray not going, which I dispute, saying it’s a trendy combo right now. Brian tries it. It looks good. Ryan agrees.
Me: “How about me? Boots or heels with this?” I’m wearing a short blue and white striped dress.
Without even looking, Ryan yells back, “Heels! Always heels!”
As I walk past Ryan’s room to leave, he stops me, wearing a light green T-shirt. “Wait, Candace, what do you think of this shirt? Does it make me look too washed out or scrawny?”
Me: “No. It’s perfect, like you’re not trying too hard even though you are trying too hard.”
Ryan: “Thanks … oh, you look good, too. Have fun.”
A few days later Ryan is meeting up with the same girl, wearing what looks like the same green shirt under a jacket.
Ryan: “Candace, how’s this?”
Me: “You look like you’re going to be hot.”
Ryan: “Looking hot is the point.”
Me: “I mean in a it’s-70-degrees-outside way.”
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.