The first flatmate I
met, who turned out to be female, put out her hand to me and simply said ‘Hi,
I’m Matilda’. Somehow, I had gone through my whole life unaware to the social
convention that at this point I should respond with my name. As a result of my silence,
there was a period where we both just stood there looking at each other. Not
the best first impression, but I felt that I improved throughout the day,
especially when the sun began to set.
As the drinking of
the first night continued, somebody suggested that we should play ‘Never Have I
Ever’ (a game that had given me a previous sour experience). I saw this as an
opportunity to come across as the sort of interesting and fun person who is
constantly surrounded by nights out and sticky situations. The only one that
came into my mind unfortunately concerned a friend passing out on the toilet
after being sick. Therefore, I stated ‘never have I ever tripled’, a word I had
recently overheard, though not quite understood.
Amazingly, this had
the desired response as discussions of bad nights out were mixed with hushed
questions of ‘what’s tripling’, to which I answered, making me seem like a
wealth of disgusting knowledge. Whilst basking in my success, I did not realise
that it was once again my turn. I quickly came up with another, which I
believed would enhance my already ‘impressive’ persona.
‘Never have I ever
been intimate with an animal’
Suddenly, the group
of pre-drinkers turned quiet and a look of disgust was transferred from one
face to the next. Realising that talking could only make this situation worse,
I remained silent for the rest of the night, sitting at the corner of the
table. Great, I thought, my flatmates must think they’re living with the quiet
serial killer type who came to Warwick to have sex with the geese.
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Great post, great blog! Really made me chuckle... :)
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