It was move in day at the college. I was expecting my roommate to be unattractive, fat and ugly. I was dreading the thought that he was not who I was expecting him to be. I got a text message.
"Text me when you get here, and I will help you bring your things up to the room." I guess the elevator was not working like what it should have, and running slower than expected. I had my room all the way on the sixth floor, so I had to take the stairs. I finally got there, and I went inside the building to get my key and sign a few papers. I texted my roommate, 19-year-old Josh.
"Hey dude, I am here," he was down the stairs in a matter of 5 minutes. When I saw him, my jaw dropped. He was gorgeous! His beautiful green eyes, defined jaw line. The thought that he was going to be my roommate for the year was some much more exciting.
"What's up dude," he said as his bulging biceps came out of his shirt when he picked up my tote of belongings.
"Ah, y'know, move in and all," I laughed. "I know the feeling, I had fun with that earlier." We both chuckled. I only had two large totes, so it was not a long process. We got my stuff upstairs as I began to unpack.