I was walking through campus and arrived at the entrance of a high-rise dormitory. I walked into the lobby area to the elevators. I randomly got off at one floor and began walking down the corridor. Suddenly, I found myself standing in front of a room, which belonged to a bastardly ex-boyfriend of mine. The door was standing wide open, so I decided to walk inside. I saw his roommate was home. The guy had blonde hair with lots of gel in it. He was wearing a green pullover sweater and some camel colored corduroy pants. He had decorated the room. Their were beautiful works of art, all framed very neatly. The windows had drapes covering them, which the roommate had made. He talked to me about the room.
For some reason, the roommate decided to tell me that he was gay. We talked for a while. He said that he liked my ex and kept trying to hit on him, but it wasn't working.
"He's homophobic," I replied. "He thinks most homosexuals are strange."
His roommate and I continued talking for a few moments before he left to go to the gym. He left me in the room. My ex walked in and was surprised to see me there but started talking to me. He was telling me how awful his roommate was. I said that I thought he was nice.
To which my ex responded, "You would. You don't have to worry about him coming on to you. He keeps hitting on me." I decided to be a smarty... "Maybe you should take him up on his offer. He seems suited for you."
At this point, the ex wanted to show me a picture of his new girlfriend. When he talked about her, he didn't seem to enthused that they were dating. But I just ignored it. After a while, I left. I never found out if he took my suggestion that he should date his gay roommate.
