WAG - A Re-evaluation of the Sitcom Situation
So here I am in my friend's apartment.
Four bedrooms, two baths, and one sole occupant - for now.
It's really an ironic situation.
When I first began to contemplate potentially, possibly, maybe if it was really necessary, staying over Spring Break, I was under the impression I would be alone if I stayed in my friend's apartment.
That was part of my pitch to my parents about staying in Columbia as the U.N. situation continued to go nowhere.
When war appeared imminent at the start of the week (and when one says "ending diplomatic efforts" that doesn't leave much up to the imagination), I committed to the plan.
Then came the news that my friend's roomates hadn't nailed down their plans yet.
When it became obvious I was sticking it out a few extra days, that meant I got to have an "entertaining" conversation with my parents where I informed them I may be a lone guy in an appartment packed with up to 4 women.
That went over well...
Though four girls, a guy, and an appartment may sound like a scrapped ABC pilot (See also Three's Company + Two) one can imagine the following conversation that came from my conservative parents.
Anyway...
At the end of the week I then learned that plans had changed. It turns out that they all made plans to leave Saturday.
So after that extremely unpleasant conversation with my parents, I'm typing alone in the apartment. One will be back Thursday for work, but she's a night ER nurse who works 7:00 a.m. to 7:00 p.m. and sleeps a lot. She's also nearly 30, and as my good friend tactfully put it, I have no chance with her.
Not that I was looking, but that's good to know (though still not reassuring to the parents).
All of the others, including my friend who has so graciously helped me craft this oportunity/tragedy (we'll find out which one it was by the end of the week), are involved with good, steady relationships so even if they come back early I still wouldn't have any prospects (though that too is still not reassuring to the parents).
So, in the end, I find it extremely ironic that I ended up alone in the apartment, as originally envisioned, but I am still burdened with the guilt as if I was rooming in a Sorority House.
I've always said my life was like a tv sitcom. All that's left to do is roll some cameras and send the tape to ABC...
COMING THIS FALL!
He's a poor journalism struggling to snag some stories.
She's the President of her Sorrority which is in danger of losings its charter if it doesn't reach quota.
He needs a place to rest his head.
She needs a body to fill a room.
You do the math.
Please don't miss the wacky co-ed misadventures on
"There's a Guy in Sigma Delta Phi"
ONLY ON ABC!
(Tell me the truth, you can actually see the promos already, can't you? I thought so...)
'Review'
Note from 2005: The ER nurse ended up leaving early and I vacated the premises long before anyone had the chance to return (finally, assuring my parents).
