My roommate and I are a modern day "Odd Couple." I'm Felix, the fastidious neurotic who knows way too much about the arts, while the roommate is Oscar, a huge slob who is oblivous to the world around him. The only difference is that we both admit to being gay.
All right. I admit it--I've never actually seen the show, and am only going on parodies I've seen and what I can remember of the play. (I left during intermission as the high school's version was pretty damn bad.) But I think you have the jist of things.
And to answer what is sure to be your next question, no, we don't hump. Just what kind of boy do you think I am?
That expostion was probably superfluous and tangential, but whatever.
I started to compose a post about my roommate's obnoxiously laissez faire attitude towards life and the stupid situations he usually finds himself in, but I decided against it.
If I started writing about all the stupid things my roommate has done with his various stupid boyfriends, not only would I have enough material for a novella or two worthy of John Rechy and three seasons worth of a gay soap opera, but a few fey Wagnerian operas as well.
And I've known him for less than six months.
I hate to admit it, but gay drama can sometimes be amusing, as long as it's from a safe distance.
