NewHamsterdam

In college, my friends and I get stuck with a roommate who essentially allows her boyfriend to move in with us, without ever asking permission. Their relationship is...loud, and he's an inconsiderate slob. This is made even worse by the fact that one of the girls in the room is Muslim, and can't wear comfortable clothing or let her hair down in her own dorm anymore, because it's anybody's guess when the guy will show up. My friends and I get together to discuss future rooming arrangements, and we're all very glad to find out the roommate won't be joining us next year. Friend: We'll finally get some peace and quiet in here. And [Muslim friend] can relax. Me: Yeah, it'll be really nice. And you know, we should make a pact, so nothing like this ever happens again. Friend: Oh? What kind of pact? Me: We should all promise not to get boyfriends! Friend: (looks at me strangely) Um, no. I'm not gonna promise that. I was so confused; it seemed like the perfect solution to me. It wasn't until several months later that, looking back, I realized she wanted a boyfriend, in spite of all the trouble one might cause.