No - this is not your typical teenage journal blog. So we’ll meet at uni trying to settle into the final bullshit phase of education and we’ll be paired together. Roommates. He’ll be the complete opposite of me physically; he’s sexy, tats on point with the cutest dimples and ear-ring.We’ll have our differences at first with us stepping on each other’s toes with our stubbornness and all. And in the midst of all that, a certain…sexual tension can be felt. There’ll be an ultimate trigger that just releases the sexual predators in us, maybe us arguing about the rent or him bringing friends in so late. He’ll be the type to know what he wants and get it without diminishing my authority. Oh fuck. We’ll argue and he’ll have a little tantrum and I’ll try and console him cause he’ll be my big baby. We’ll help each other study and drop subtle hints that we want to fuck. He’ll be the jealous and dominating type that drives me crazy but the sweet gentleman who believes in treating ladies like queens. The chemistry will be undeniable; The sex will be unforgettable; The somewhat relationship would be somewhat complicated. The chemistry is simple but the equation is much more complex. I may or may not have just described roomieloverfriends. Excuse me while I go stick my head out the window and remind myself I live in Manchester.