OK, I'll split it up since I'm still trying to finish up.

13) Random Craigslist roommate that turned out to be a hot ass lesbian that I ended up sleeping with. - Part 1

A couple years back I found myself in a bit of a rut.  Didn't really know what to do with myself and had began trying to come up with a fool proof plan to burn down my house and still collect the insurance to pay off my debts, quit my job, sell off all my **** and disappear into oblivion to start fresh.  Of course if I was going to do this I was going to need to find a place to stay whenever I found my final destination.  So I spent most my days at work daydreaming about were I could settle and surfed Craigslist for cheap rooms for rent in little beach towns in Southern California, Hawaii, and Australia.  I was very impressed to see how affordable some spots were just a short walk from the beach.  Granted, the majority required that I be 420 tolerant, but that was a sacrfice I was willing to make.  After realizing that the rut had a firm hold on me and there was no way out I quit kidding myself and accepted my fate.  But all my searching left me to wonder whether there was anyone around my area searching for a place to live, so I switched over to the "Housing Wanted" section and searched my area.  There were a lot of ads, but really only 2 up to date and in my area.  One was some dude and his kid which was a definite no go.  The other happened to be a 23 year old female going to massage therapy school.  Surely this was a trap.
 
Now, I definitely had room as I live in a 4 bed 2.5 bath home.  But the thing is, it's all sorts of ****ed up.  It would have been perfectly fine had I gone into it thinking I'd just toss a little paint around, but I had to re-model it completely.  Unfortunately I found that while I'm great with demo, but seem to lack both focus and motivation when it comes to re-building everything.  I'm a tad A.D.D.  I mean, if you came by my house and saw what I'd been working on, you'd be very impressed.  If you came by a year or 2 later, you'd realize that I hadn't done **** since the last time and actually live like that.  My entry has new trim and woodwork, but raw sheetrock and no paint.  The den has an entire wall of raw sheetrock and new cabinets with no doors or paint.  My kitchen is about 50% torn out with raw wood nailed together that resembles cabinets.  The guest bath has new countertops, sinks, and fixtures, but no paint on the cabinets and missing half the floor and half the door trim.  The dining room and the living room were full of construction materials and 2 of 4 rooms are full of ****, either mine, my parents or my sisters that they have stored there.  My room was pretty safe and the other room that was not full of **** I'd actually managed to completely trim out with new woodwork, but had, as usual, stopped before finishing.  But I figured how picky could a 23 y/o be that's looking for a place to live on Craigslist.  So I went ahead and replied to the add.  Basically told her that I had space if she didn't mind living in a construction zone that was in a constant state of disarray.  This was my first experience with craigslist so I really had no idea what to expect.
 
Actually got a reply within a few hours.  Evidently, she already lived in my neighborhood, so she was familiar with the area and she told me she was interested in at least checking the place out.  So we went ahead and set a time where she could stop by.  Of course at this point I'm a little anxious.  She seemed pretty cool via e-mail, but I was kind of expecting an unfortunate looking young thing.  So I was utterly shocked when I answered the door.  This girl was absolutely stunning.  She was wearing blue jeans and a black v-neck tee, had a healthy tan and a very fit & tight little body with beautiful blue eyes and long brown hair with blonde highlights.  Now I knew it was a trap.  I was seriously expecting some sort of candid camera crew to pop out at any minute to tell me it was all some big joke.  But nope, this **** was legit.  So I took her around the house to show her what I had to offer.  Showed her the room that close to completion, the guest bath that was half finished, and the kitchen that was half missing.  We began chatting and I had to ask out of curiosity why she was looking for a new place when she was already living in the neighborhood.  She explained that she was living with her girlfriend at her parents house and needed her own space.  With an obvious look of curiosity I asked, "Girlfriend?"  and she responded coyly, "Um, yeah.  I'm gay, is that OK?".  Which got a firm "Absolutely!"  I had never been so happy to hear someone was gay, because there was no way in Hell I could live with a straight girl that hot and not go crazy with sexual tension.  She asked about pets, because she had a dog, which I pretty much didn't really have an opinion on.  Didn't have any pets of my own, but wasn't opposed to a dog in the house.  I did have to ask about the whole massage school thing and work situation, trying to gauge how she was making money for school and rent.  Turns out that she was in the Army, had just finished up her second tour in Iraq, and they were paying for her school which included a cost of living allowance.  That was good enough for me.  Told her she was more than welcome to the room and to just give me a couple days notice if she decided to move in and I'd get my painter over to finish off the room.  So after 5 years of remodeling, I finally completed my very first room in order to accommodate a hot ass lipstick lesbian soldier.  Strange what gets ya motivated.
 
About a week later she moved into the newly completed bedroom.  Now I'd been living by myself for about 8 years at the time, so it was strange adjusting to having someone else in the house.  All the sudden I had to confine my masturbatory habits to my bedroom just like when I was a kid.  Also strange was seeing my fridge full of food and a couple boxes of Franzia and having a nice perfumey smell throughout the hallway.  But she pretty well kept to herself, cooped up in her room.  I'd literally only see her when she came in from class, came out to make dinner, went back and forth from the fridge to re-load on wine, or when she and her girlfriend would go out.  Now I wish I could say that the girlfriend was lipstick as well, but she was not.  Without getting too descriptive I'll just say that she was a cop that always dressed like a guy when out of uniform and never wore makeup.  Honestly, Put a dress on her and some makeup and I think she'd have been very attractive, but that wasn't her thing.  Regardless, it was still kinda cool knowing there was a whole lot of lesbian sex going on just a couple doors down, though slightly disturbing that they were both trained to kill in thier chosen professions.  Luckily thier fights never got that far out of hand, but it was almost impossible for me not to imagine extremely aggressive make up sex.  It couldn't be helped as I've watched a lot of lesbian porn in my day. (I say in the past tense as if I won't be watching tonight as always.)
 
Fact is, there was a lot of fighting and a lot of "making up", at least from what I was told as I am evidently a very deep sleeper or partially deaf because I always woke up wholly unaware that anything had gone on.  I only knew when they had a big fight or a good night in the sack because my roommate would apologize to me the next day hoping that it didn't keep me awake.  I'd honestly never heard a thing except once when I happened to be turning down the A/C in the hallway, and I did get a little giggle out of that.  But I'd apparently slept through all sorts of yelling and screaming and door slamming in the wee hours of the morning on more than one occasion.  I was more shocked by that as based on the one time I did hear, my roommate was not near as loud as she thought she was in the heat of passion, I think she was just paranoid that I could hear.  But this back and forth between them seemed to be a constant.  They broke up within the first week of her move in, and were back together within a matter of days.  Few months would go by and again I wouldn't see the cop for a few days, and my roomie would start going out as opposed to just drinking her wine by herself in her room.  This was pretty routine up through the first year that she lived with me, until they took a vacation together and came back engaged.  At that point I figured things had been going well for the two of them.
 
Now, In all honesty, I didn't really expect that whole thing to last based on what I'd been witness to over the last year, but it was definitely not my place to comment so I just congratulated the two and let it be from there.  As expected things pretty much remained the same, except now they were and engaged couple fighting.  It came to a time where I didn't see the girlfriend around too much again and the roomie had once again started going out.  Didn't see her wearing the ring anymore either.  So when I'd come home and she had other girls over, I just naturally assumed that they broke things off.  But I never asked about it as it wasn't really my business.  At this point it was late November of last year and my friends and I always do a Vegas trip the weekend before Thanksgiving.  So the Wednesday night before our trip I'm out the door with all my **** and give her and her friend there at the time a quick, "By the way, I'm hitting Vegas tomorrow so you've got the house all to yourself until after Thanksgiving."  So I went about my business, flew out to Vegas Thursday, flew back in Wednesday afternoon, went straight to Marquis II to enjoy a few Long Island Iced Tea's with friends, crashed over at a girlfriends that night, got up the next morning & took my friend to breakfast to pay her back for taking me in, took off from there to my family Thanksgiving and left there and went directly to Pub Fiction to insure myself a table to watch the game.  Now this was one of the more odd games I've watched at Pub since most everyone I usually watched with were actually at the game and my partner in crime had his family in from Florida so he was entertaining them at his house.  Had a few straglers I know show up, but for the most part it was a piecemealed crew.  This however did not hinder my ability to get obliterated.  The game ended and people began clearing out.  Now normally I'd crash in my buddies guest room, but again, his family was in town and I wasn't going to disturb that.  Thought about trying to find a nice young lady to take me home, but I'm just not that skilled.  So I ended up just not drinking anymore and visiting with folks around the bar until I sobered up enought to get back home to the clear lake area.  Made my way home, safe and sound and promptly sat my happy ass down in my normal spot on the couch, kicked up my feet and turned on the TV.  I soon realized my roomie had no clue I'd returned.....

To be Continued.....

[This message has been edited by Catch (edited 8/22/2011 5:02p).]