When my buddy Logan and I moved in together, I knew his lab partner would be part of the deal since they had a shit-ton of work to do together, but Cindy was at the house more than I was.

For the most part, she and Logan kept to his room or the dining room, but her shit started to accumulate. She had jackets — plural — hung by the front door, and she even kept a toothbrush and makeup bag in our bathroom. She was taking over! I got it — our place was closer to campus and she did spend a lot of time working with Logan. But still. She wasn’t paying rent and I was.

When I came home last week and she was there by herself, I freaked out and told her off. It was kind of a douche move, but I just wanted to hang out and play videogames to blow off steam, and now I had to entertain some chick who... Read More