5 Differences Between Having Guy Roommates and Gal Roommates
Most of what I know I know from New Girl.
I have great news you guys! After a long, sometimes confidence-destroying search, I finally found an apartment with people who have agreed to let me live with them! In interesting news, I’ll be living with a mix of roommates: two guys and two girls, including myself. Eep! I’m nervous/excited to move next weekend!
Most of my adult life has been spent with lady housemates: my college roommates, my two NYC gal pals, and um, my reflection in the mirror the year I had my own studio. But I also spent three years post-law school with a fabulous fashion student turned med-school guy, and my last year in Columbus with my dear cousin Ryan as a roomie/non-charging landlord (thanks again, cuz!).
I can’t speak to the mixed-gender group dynamic just yet, but as for one-on-one situations, here are some differences I’ve noted between living with male and female roommates. I’m talking platonically, but maybe this stuff applies for couples too. (Please note—based on my description above, this is obviously based on a small example and therefore clearly is COMPLETELY ACCURATE for every man and woman ever because this is a very nuanced argument.)
Girl roommate: You both fall asleep on the couch watching the umpteenth rerun of Pretty Woman or a Sex and the City marathon.
Guy roommate: You both fall asleep on the couch watching the umpteenth rerun of Point Break or a Duck Dynasty marathon. That show is weirdly entertaining.
Guy roommate: You better get ready in less than half an hour or prepare to be the subject of his endless mocking. And no, he doesn’t know have your black strappy sandals.
Girl roommate: You actually take a half hour longer to get ready than you usually would because you now have added concerns (“Are our outfits too similar or not similar enough?”), second opinions to give (“I’m not sure I’d pair that leather miniskirt with that crop top for, um, this picnic we’re going on”) and infinitely more dance breaks. This method is superior, in my opinion.
Girl roommate: Your periods sync up, you switch to her brand of moisturizer after you “borrow a pump” so many times half the bottle is gone, and of course, you have so many of the aforementioned dance parties you probably have a choreographed routine.
Guy roommate: You both get the opposite-sex viewpoint on dating dilemmas, and surprisingly, you convince him to get pretty into home dance parties.
Guy roommate: Might only change his sheets four times a year, but as long as I’m not sleeping in them, who cares?
Girl roommate: Here are just a few things my lady roommates and I have been likely to leave lying around the common space: post-manicure nail polish and files, three past issues of Glamour, a trail of bobby pins that constantly shed out of our hair, and 14 throw pillows that always make their way from the couch to the floor. I have to admit, the guys I’ve lived with have not necessarily been cleaner, but they’ve certainly been neater.
Guy roommate: You guys order Papa John’s on lazy nights on the regs.
Girl roommate: You guys order Papa John’s on lazy nights on the regs.
Some things are universal whether you’re from Mars or Venus.
Do you have a preference between living with men or living with women? Are your current roommates guys or girls?