Well, the College Candy commenters have spoken, and you know what girls? You’re totally right (Of course you are!).

I thought I had this roommate situation all under control. I decided it was a bad idea, I told him it was a bad idea, but that we could discuss it further if necessary, and keep an open mind.

Apparently the words “discuss it further” and “bad idea” entered this boy’s head and came out sounding like “let’s make out some more“.

The other night I got home late from work, tired and cranky. I wanted nothing more than to sit on my couch, watch crappy TV and eat a vegan cupcake. Is that so much to ask?

As I was getting ready for bed, he was the only one left in our living room. I walked past him en route from the bathroom to my bedroom, and he grabbed me by the arm, pulled me towards him and practically stuck his tongue down my throat. He had just smoked a cigarette, and kissing him was like licking an ash tray.

“I just brushed my teeth!” I hissed, yanking myself away and hoping our other roommates wouldn’t hear. He pulled me in again, this time kissing my neck, as if this would make me forget all about the fact that he just AMBUSHED me. I pulled away yet again and went straight to my room, shutting the door behind me.

The next night I avoided him and went to bed early, only to be woken up soon after by the buzzing of my blackberry on the nightstand. It was him, texting me FROM THE LIVING ROOM.

“I’m sorry about last night” it said, and, despite the absurdity of getting a text from the next room over, I suddenly felt bad for avoiding him. But I also realized that if I was already feeling smothered only a few nights after our first kiss, then I had to be totally clear with him: I will not date a roommate, even if he’s cute and has great taste in music.

Dating someone you already live with takes the excitement and mystery out of a new relationship. You don’t get to jump around with glee when he calls, or spend 2 hours figuring out what to wear on your second date. Hell, he’s already seen you first thing in the morning, with your hair all askew, wearing your old ratty PJs. And you’ve already seen the way he leaves dishes in the sink or forgets to put down the toilet seat.

Where’s the fun in that?

Obviously every situation is different, but in general I (and your fellow readers) would advise that you think long and hard before you kiss that cute roommate. You may just end up texting him “let’s break up” from the living room.