girls are a funny breed

I met my roommate, M, in May 2008 on Facebook Marketplace. I was living with three girls in a 4 bed/2 bath apartment and hating every moment of it. I don't deny that I'm more than a little hard to please, but after several bouts of flu, scabies, and strep I knew it was time to get the hell out. My current roommate advertised an amazing apartment in a perfect location right off campus, all for hundreds less than I was paying at the time. Needless to say, I ditched the girls and moved in less than a month.

Since moving in with M in June 2008, we've had one conversation that lasted longer than two minutes. The past year was her senior year, and my 21st year of being alive, so I stayed drunk and she stayed at the library. Not much time was left for getting to know each other, or maybe we just didn't make time. Whatever the case is, I don't know her middle name, I don't know what her plans are now that she's graduated, and if not for Facebook, I wouldn't know when her birthday is. Sure, my gal-pal skills leave something (okay, a lot) to be desired, but seriously? Should I have to feel awkward every time we're in the same room? Because I do. Our lease is up the first of August, and I have a feeling that we'll never speak again after she moves out. She's the first roommate I've ever had that I don't find completely repulsive, so it makes me a little sad to know that she (probably) hates me. Next time, maybe I'll do better?