We guess we'll start from the beginning. We've known each other since middle school and even had a class or two together. Having lived in a small suburb where everyone knew each other, it was only inevitable that we would have friends in common. To our luck, not only did we belong to similar social groups, but we also had the same best friend. All throughout high school, we ignored countless pleas from our best friend asking for us to meet each other. Yet, whether it was jealousy, the fact that we were always in the loop of each other's fights with our best friend, or that we were scared that our strong personalities would clash, we simply did not want to get to know one another. We now describe this mutual feeling as one of disinterest.
As graduation and prom came around the corner and college acceptances rolled in, the search for a roommate began. None of our closest friends were to attend the same school and our searches on RoomSync had led to no results. Word of mouth had it that we were both going to the same school (go gators). However, the idea of rooming together had not even occurred to us.
It was "dayger" season in South Florida and we both randomly found ourselves at the same place because our mutual best friend needed help getting out of a sticky situation. Our conversations had often seemed cold and distant, most likely due to the fact that we disliked each other but did not want to upset our best friend with quarrels, and this one was no different. One thing led to the other and our small talk soon got personal. We confessed that we had both been in the search of roommate, but had no luck finding someone that was just right. We exchanged phone numbers and promised to help each other find a match on RoomSync. Secretly, this was our own way of telling each other that weren't quite sure if we wanted room with each other.
The days went by and the deadline for housing applications approached quickly. But, Roomsync became a hassle and eerily resembled an online dating dating website. Having previously remained untouched, one of us decided to use the phone number and contact the other. For a few days, we talked periodically, very distant and edgy. Then, one of us took a chance and said what we were both discretely thinking. We proposed the idea of rooming together.
We won't lie, we were both petrified. We had heard the same comment countless times as we told all our friends: our strong personalities were bound to clash and this was all around a bad idea. We contemplated all possible situations, including switching roommates after one semester or even backing out. However, we both agreed that it was worth giving it a try and that living with someone that you somewhat knew and came from a similar background simply made more sense than a random.
Since that day, we had a few more conversations, all very proper and polite. Even as preview came, we remained aloof and considered each other as unapproachable. Then came move-in day. Among all the chaos and the unavoidable hardship of our parents' leaving, we found more and more in common with each other. We actually ended up going out separately our first night in Gainesville, with different groups of friends. However, to this day, that night remains the only night out that we spent apart.
It became obvious that we had made the right decision. We both agree that we have yet to have meet someone else that shares the same passions and thinks in such a similar way as each other. Days spent together are composed of irrational laughter, saying the same things at the same time, and realizing that we wasted time in high school by not being friends. Our short, yet everlasting, friendship has been an interesting one, but that's a whole other story.
