When it comes to women, life has taught me I don’t always get want I want. But I want my good girl roommate, and I'm going to fight like hell to get her.

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I thought I asked her out on a date. She thought it was a friendly invite to lunch. Why the misunderstanding? She assumed—wrongly, I might add—that I was in a relationship.

With. My. Brother.

Now she’s my roommate, and she has all of these rules designed to keep things strictly platonic between us.

As far as I’m concerned, rules are meant to be broken.

And little by little I’m going to break every last one of hers.