I needed a roommate, and I needed one fast.
The requirements were simple:
Must be clean
and no touching my shit.
I underestimated my ad and got the one person I happen to have a one-night stand in Vegas for 'old time sake'. Because what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas right? Bull shit. Did I mention we kinda sorta dated in University? Oh, there's also that small tidbit he left out that he may or may not have been married...
He was. Certified douchebag.
As it turns out I may need his help after all. Even if, I still hate him.