My roommate was one of my best friends in high school, when we graduated I joined the Marines and he went to college (but they apparently don’t teach spelling and grammar at his alma mater). Now we’re both 25 years old and I moved in with him. He claims to be a work out junkie and kept trying to get me “into it”. It’s hilarious though as he benches 405lbs, deadlifts 495lbs and apparently never squats. Maybe that’s why he’s 250 lbs at 12% bodyfat.
When I first moved in with the guy I went to the gym for a while with him. I did lose 30 lbs, but it was more from the stress this guy gives me than exercising.
THE PROBLEM
I have a girlfriend that some would call unattractive. She’s a bit heavy and has poor teeth. I don’t care. I love her. Her red hair is so beautiul to me. I hope to some day marry her and get a good job and have her teeth fixed. She grew up poor and her parents never had the money for nice things like fixing teeth.
I know he’s not accepting of her because she occasionally has a donut or a piece of cake for dinner, but jesus everyone doesn’t have to be in a constant state of trying to get down to 11% bf at 250 lbs all because they feel hopeless they can’t deadlift twice their bodyweight.
The final straw is my girl and I have the most fantastic sex, but my roommate never leaves the apartment and he apparently lost all interest in women when he bought his calipers and started his quest to deadlift 2 times his bodyweight. I would love to let my women scream the ceiling down when we’re going at it, but it’s so embarrassing with him in the next room grilling chicken 24*7. Occassionally we do get a little loud and he puts on this pissy face every time I see him. If he at least had his own girl maybe he’d understand.
All the while this guy is using my furniture. That’s right, before I moved in he had no fucking furniture. I served my Country and now I come back to this guy giving me dirty looks for having sex while he’s eating his goddam grilled chicken breasts every night while sitting on my chair at my kitchen table. After dinner he has no problem spreading out on my couch (alone) and watching my tv.
We still have six months on our lease and it’s in his name. My girl and I are really happy and would love to just take over the lease and have him leave. The apartment is great when he’s not home. I’d leave, but it’s a pain in the ass to move furniture, not that this guy would know anything about it.
What do I do? How do I get him to leave or at least lighten up?! How can I bring this up in a nice way…
