Think I've successfully scared off the male roommate who never paid any attention to me at first and then started slathering it on recently.
It didn't take much: some purposeful activity around the house in heels, my favorite I hate the world look stamped across my forehead, and a little Beethoven Piano Concerto No. 5 blasting from the speakers in my room.
Success. Call me what you want. Maybe he'll leave me alone for a while...
(... there's a line, you know. And I'm not going to put up with it being crossed. For some reason, he just doesn't understand being friends... nor that he's exactly what I'm not looking for... )
... and a good thing he left before the second movement. It's too stunning to be shared with anyone who doesn't know you exceptionally well.
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