My boyfriend’s brother,our roommate. I will say it isn’t exactly fair of me to gripe since I too am always home.I work from home.I live with my boyfriend and we don’t go out that much because we are homebodies. However, we are a couple. Lame as it is that we aren’t going out to the clubs & wresting every possible amusement from the city as we can —it is not that lame because we aren’t single with a couch stuck to our bottoms not doing anything about being single. When we are home we will eventually have to get up to walk the dog. We can go back to our inert postures if we want. But we will have to go walk that dog. It kind of saves us from slipping completely into the mind numbing tv marathon that many weekends can be lost to. If one isn’t vigilant against sloth–which one can’t always be vigilant against.
When I was single I was out there.I met the people. I didn’t want to be single.
Maybe our pal just doesn’t want to meet anyone? Countless weekends find him staked out in the living room watching baseball or playing his guitar or watching baseball while playing his guitar only budging from the sofa to go to the bathroom or to go to his room to loudly play his bass or the same 4 songs on his stereo or play his bass while playing the same 4 songs on his stereo,then back to the couch where he falls asleep while Sports Night blares from the set.
The only way to make this stop is to lie in wait for the few minutes he may leave the sofa and then snatch the remote and frantically find something else to watch so that the sports watching sofa hogging extravaganza is nipped in the bud for a few hours.Last night I managed to do this and was able to see TV premiere of Half Nelson on Sundance.Big Coup.
I am hoping this is just a phase…that someday he might find the company of friends or one special friend in particular worth leaving the sofa.