Life with Boys

Allow me to introduce you to the men in life...

I live with 3 guys. At first I was hesistant to do so, but after 30 years of drowning in estrogen:

• raised by amazons
• women's college
• Girl Scouts
• lesbians

I thought a little testosterone would do me some good. It's only been a few months, considering the biggest problem in our house is "dude, do you dishes". I think it's going rather well.

Anyway, I'm taking a moment to introdce them since, I'm sure you'll be hearing plenty about them in future entries. Of course names have been changed to protect the incredibly guilty.

Heading for the kitchen to make a gin and tonic, I present to you "iPod". iPod feels that iPods are a the latest status symbol and since all women are after men with money, power and/or status (real or perceived), having one will make him more attactive to the ladies. As much as I try to argue against it, his dance card has been filling since he bought the damn thing.

iPod was the first housemate I met and we lived on chinese take-out for the first month.

The guy at the dining room table with the furrowed brow, squinting at the laptop is "Craig". Craig spends most of his home time on craigslist checking out women and...furniture. When he first moved in he was hardly ever home, but these days he's keeping a low profile. I'm not complaining; he makes a great burger and takes out the trash without being asked (bonus points).

Hardly a night passes without Craig and iPod lecturing me on how materialistic and crazy women are.

I smell Irish Spring..."Mysterio" must be home. Unless he ventures upstairs, the only way to know Mysterio is home is by the scent of Irish Spring that fills the dining room when he showers. When he does come upstairs it is quite the treat. For the first couple of months Mysterio worked looong hours and lived on beans and rice. If anyone asked him how he was it was always the same..."I'm fucking tired, I'm taking a shower and going to bed." He's changed jobs now and we see him more often. He has a wry sense of humor from what I can tell, and I look forward to hanging out with him more often. The best part of Mysterio is watching him in the kitchen. Last month he was making large piles of cheese sandwiches. A few weekss ago he was hacking up a goat shank.

Mysterio's in charge of decoration for a party we're throwing this weekend. So far his theme idea is "Feed Lindsey Lohan".

These are the people I share a house with. At first I thought everyone would keep to themselves, but we're forming our own slightly warped community. We're having a party this weekend and it'll be interesting to see if our friends get along as well as we do.

If you'd like to come to the party June 4 email me
-Digital Influence

What is Digital Influence?

My best friend was a 30 year old mother of 2 when I met her in college. I started off as her babysitter and it's turned into a 12 year adventure of kids, break-ups, friends and lovers found and lost, working together and plenty of moving in dead winter.

Anyway, her house was the Mecca for 10-12 year olds in her neighborhood and there were always children hovering while we gossiped about the on-campus adventures of our friends. One couldn't talk about the seedier details of the weekends events in front of said kiddies so we developed a series of phrases to describe just what naughty deed was seen, heard or whispered about. "Digital Influence" ran rampant, someone always had their fingers in someone else's "business" (get the picture?). If it was a REALLY good night for the girls, there was an "Oral Exam" and hallelujah if "Shenanigans" ensued.

So there you have it. And I bet you thought it was going to be some commentary on the invasion of technology into the global psyche.