Hey.. i wonder if any of you have been in this situation.
My flatmate is pretty sexual, he needs to have sex once or twice a day. Now.. he's my best friend and i've known him since high school, but we are not attracted to each other that way. But - He brings home guys every weekend, sometimes i wake up and there's some guy walking to the bathroom half naked. Is this a case of jealously? I must admit there were a couple of guys he brought home ive found out. My point is im getting tired of the constant booty calls coming over and hearing moanings and groanings all nite. I shouldn't have to leave our place just cause i feel uncomfortable with this situation. What should i do?
I basically had the same situation with my room mate but I got fed up with it because then he started trying to get involved with people that I had interest in, so I basically told him "Stop this shit or I'm leaving". Of course he wouldn't listen so I just started stupid drama between me and the people that he kept trying to bring over.
Then had started meeting people from online personals sites in effort to find "the one", but I told him that the sites he had registered to were full of nothing but walking boners and quick fixes. Of course he wouldn't listen and later realized the very facts, which in turn sent him into a weird depression. I could only sit by and watch this person destroy himself as he continued this behavior.
He stopped bringing people over, and stopped going to other's houses (there were a couple times he drove for hours just to get some cock), but every time he would come back he would always be in this weird mode of depression, regretting what he had done, hating life and such, crying and denying that he was gay, so on and so forth. I could only stand by and say "You're the one doing this to yourself."
I also had reinforced the fact that our apartment had become an epicenter for sex since he had started bringing people over, and that I was tired of sleeping in the same room that his little 'one nighter' had occurred, (this was when we were living in a one bedroom apartment, sharing the same bed), and the more I fought against it, the more tired he grew of my constant bickering. There were a few times he had even tried to accuse me of being jealous but I simply laughed and told him that I honestly didn't care if he was having sex with me or not, I was just tired of sex at the time.
So he agreed to stop bringing people over. Of course this somehow triggered lots and lots of sex between me and him, which I didn't have a problem with because we live here, and us having sex allover the apartment is okay.
I know he really shouldn't, as a room mate, give a shit about whether or not I go or stay but there's more to this little story.
Explanation : In short, we both need each other to survive in our apartment because we can't live alone with the costs that this living situation deals out, and neither of us really can't stand the idea of going back to living with mommy and daddy.
