I received a survey. About my future roommate. Well, answer all of the questions conservatively and I’ll get a good roommate, I reasoned. So I did. Her name was Ayako. She called me in mid-July. I was surprised. But I had it on my mind to be serious about my studies. No TV. No telephone. No refrigerator. Well, a hot pot, that was okay. Nevermind it was against regulations.
Well, Ayako determined I had a beautiful voice, but we needed a TV, telephone and a refrigerator. But she didn’t hold it against me. I was able to watch said TV, use said telephone, as long as I shared in the expense, and make use of said refrigerator. And I bought a hot pot. Always Twinings Black Tea in the evenings. Earl Gray, Lady Grey, Darjeeling and Irish Breakfast. And all stained on my jersey cotton bathrobe. If only I still had it. But I have another.
The girls next door used International Delight. Sacrilegious. But then they watched ‘Dirty Dancing’ on a weekly basis to calm their wilder feelings brought out by the frat-boy next door. He endlessly invited me to parties while I endlessly said ‘no.’ At least I wasn’t like ‘Felicity.’ And I would make them watch ‘A Room with a View’ as I enjoyed the view.