I've had so many roommates on campus and in hostels, literally more than 2 dozen. Here are a few of the wackier ones:
Stephanie, 18: Stephanie explained to me that she was a liberated, independent woman and not one of "those" girlies who want a guy to stick around afterwards. Okay. Stephanie did seem like a spirited, laid-back chick-- at first. But what Steph actually meant is that every week or so she brings home a guy, seduces him by saying she's a virgin, and then sobs for days after he doesn't call. She sobbed on her bed. She sobbed on our beds. She sobbed wearing only her trademark leopard-print underthings. But soon enough there would be another man, another fake cherry-popping, and yet another cryfest. Right before I moved out, she tried to kiss me.
Anne-Sophie, 22: This one showered like 4 times a day, and drank champagne almost every day of the week. We actually charted her showers with sheet paper on the back of my bedroom door. Anyway, Anne-Sophie was quite vocal about hating Americans (I am American) and had her girlfriend Olga over every night for the champagne. I know it sounds like I'm making this up, but I Am Not. They never offered me any bubbly. Oh, and Anne-Sophie stole one of my kitchen pans when she moved out.
Rachel, 20: She was one of several roommates who had abusive boyfriends (shoutout to Becky, 18, and Wendy, 19). Rachel's was just particularly stalkerific and the fights were awful. Anyway, Rachel always appeared and spoke as though she were stoned despite being drug-free. Her big deal was how much poorer she was than us, but that was only true because she bought a brand-new car. Rachel eventually dropped out to work full-time at her serf job because it was hard to pay down a new car while in school. Do the math on that one.
Micaela, 18: PSYCHO. I wouldn't know where to begin. We met, we partied, and then a few days later she taped a looong, nasty note to the fridge. It began, "Dear [female dogs]..." and was the nastiest manifesto ever. Apparently the trash needed taking out, and Micaela had already taken her turn. By this time we'd all been roommates for oh, less than a week. And that was just the beginning. The stories could go on. Anyway, fun facts... she was mean, she loved Eminem, she found religion, she ranted against cops (go figure) and she constantly yelled at her "fiance" for not satisfying all of her uh, needs. Micaela and I remained on friendly terms after I moved on, mostly because I was a little scared of her.
Leanne, 19: Hands-down the strangest roommate, though she wasn't a bad one. There are many Leanne stories, but I'm afraid nobody would believe half of them. So I'll just say that though there were 3 of us, nobody ever saw the inside of her bedroom. She'd only crack the door. Once, I needed to use her phone in an emergency. She cracked the door and we determined, at length, that the phone cord wouldn't stretch to the door. I asked her if I could please just come into the bedroom for a minute and she said something like, "It's a mess." I know she had actual swords in there, but I'm not sure what else.
Amanda, 23: Instead of using the trash bin, Amanda insisted on placing her used 'female' products in a plastic grocery bag that she hung from the bathroom doornob. I'm sure you can imagine what a issue this was.
Heather, 20: Heather wore only black, was a practicing witch or whatever, and eventually moved her boyfriend in. She was an even bigger slob than Amanda, who only had the one gross quirk. I just avoided the kitchen area after awhile. Besides her moldy stuff, she'd leave muddy-looking streaks to dry across the bar soap next to the kitchen sink (how??) Once, she invited me to join in on her romantic activities with the BF (no thanks!) The only upside to Heather was that the boyfriend turned out to be shockingly normal, and routinely cleaned the whole unit to make up for her.
Now that I've written all this, I will say that:
1. I'm sure I can make it onto a list or two. I have been the loser who always talks on the phone with her long-distance boyfriend, and unfortunately I have been a girl with eating issues.
2. Like I said, I had so many roommates back in the day. So I feel the need to mention some better ones. Thanks to Becky, 18, who taught me how to do laundry, and Sarah, 22, who introduced my 18 year old self to wine and a better set of friends. The various Daves and Davids... young and old, g*a*y and straight, we always had a good time. The pretty gift given to me by Ling-Fei, 27, hangs on our Christmas tree every year. And Ivy (formerly Ivy, 19) remains a close friend of mine, as does Caterina (formerly Caterina, 24).