My last apartment was a haven. A flowery, candle lit, 3rd story walk up haven on St. Clair West or as we call it Toronto’s Soho – but not really. I lived alone until my orange short haired domestic kitty named Moo moved in. It was quiet. Very quiet. The old brownstone is tucked in a very family-centric street called Arlington Ave. On the weekends, I would swing by the nearby neighbourhood store where they sell very moderately priced flowers and in Summer during dusk I would light my Bath and Body Works scented candles and sit in my living room with Moo – listening to some Indie pop while the sunset fills the living room with orange-pinkish light. I bet you’re wondering why I left all of that to live above a restaurant on bustling Queen West with boys – aren’t you?
Here are my reasons: my home to work commute was getting unbearable; my cat was lonely most of the time; I have so much space that I’m not using because I’m never home and spend most of my scant free time with my boyfriend (who lives downtown); and I did the math – I would save so much money and maybe finally take that European trip I’ve been dying to do; also, I thought it would be an adventure. Though I’ve never had a roommate, I was ready to take the plunge. Some of my friends on the other hand were pretty hesitant.
“Why would you live with boys? They’re so messy!”
“Living with guys will be complicated. Dangerous even.”
“Are you insane? You’re going to live with two guys you found online? Are they cute?”
I’m not sure why I did it. Honestly, now that I’m recapping how I made the decision to move in – I’m not really sure. All I know was that my gut said “do it” and I did! Fast forward to the present – things are great! I live literally 5 minutes from work, 10 minutes from the gym, 10 minutes to my boyfriend’s house, I live right on Queen West, our home is lively and clean, our pets get along – somewhat (we have 2 cats and 1 happy dog), and I made two unlikely friends. Though, obviously there are things that can get better – like the reduction of how much cat hair accumulates in our living room – I’ve never been more content in my living situation. They know I’m a blogger, and I think that comes with the pretense that every once in a while I will write about our lives together. Plus writing about what it’s really like living with 2 guys is pretty entertaining! Here are a few gifs that sum up what it means to live with boys.
Living with guys means being subjected to Sports (either watching it, talking about it, or tripping on sports equipment around the house).
Apparently, last night, some team from a state played against a team from another state. One of them won in Basketball. One team had yellow jerseys, the shade of marigold. I’m not trying to be humorous. Those are actually the only information I can give you after sitting down and watching for about 30 minutes. I definitely escaped this unusual form of torture while living alone but I guess I don’t mind as much since I expect to subject the guys to watching a Blake Lively movie one of these days.
Living with guys means seeing dating in a totally different perspective (theirs).
Dating is really interesting when you live with guys. Usually, I only talk to my girlfriends about dating stories and obviously only hear my fellow women’s advice, opinion, etc. But when you live with guys and have a regular dating discussion in the kitchen, they say things that cause you to reflect. For example, one of the guys mentioned how girls don’t seem to listen that well and it made me realize that OMG I DO THAT! Maybe my boyfriend isn’t wrong all the time.
Living with guys means that there is actually a possibility of living in a world where there is no passive aggression.
I used to hear people say that living with guys is much more simpler than with girls. There aren’t silent treatments or passive remarks. I definitely think that’s true. We live in a house of sarcasm, but I think I contribute about 40% to that. Tackling issues is a whole new world nowadays and I’m still getting used to it. I mean, who says exactly what they’re thinking? What kind of game is that!?
Living with guys means never having to use the heel of your shoe as a hammer.
When I was living alone, I didn’t own a hammer – because why would I? Unfortunately, it didn’t occur to me that I would need some sort of hammering device to hang pictures on my wall. You may be wondering, “Did Shiela spend $20 at Canadian Tire?”. Don’t be silly. First, I would never spend money on a hammer and Canadian Tire is a dangerous chasm of distractions in which I always get lost in.
When I moved in, they have tool boxes! TWO! And in them are hammers, and screws, and nails, and sand paper, and other things. I never realized how nice it is to have these things I would never buy for myself and also to live with people who “know” how to use them.
Living with guys means just going with the flow. It’s actually pretty fun.
You can’t really take everything too seriously. Which I think is the key to living with roommates, whether boys or girls. I can absolutely understand why most people think it’s weird to have a girl living with guys (whom she found online) but I count myself lucky to have randomly found an undoubtedly cute place and awesome roommates to live with. I think it’s a great experience in general and if you find yourself in the same situation as me – just go with it and don’t mind the George Foreman grills and whey protein tubs.