My roommate complained about three different guys staying over, all three were my brother

My roommate asked if we could talk last night and i immediately started trying to remember if id left something gross in the fridge. Apparently shes been uncomfortable with how many guys ive been having over. She said she wasnt judging she just wanted a heads up instead of finding someone she didnt know in the kitchen before work. Which is fair, except i haven't been seeing anyone. I asked who she meant and she said shed seen three different guys leaving in the morning over the last few weeks. All my brother. He works about ten minutes from here but lives almost an hour away, so sometimes he sleeps on the couch after a late shift. Id told her he would occasionally stay over. They just havent really spent time around each other. He had long hair and a beard until his girlfriend broke up with him. Then he shaved his head, regretted it, shaved the beard too. He's also been wearing glasses lately because his contacts are bothering him. We were eating Chinese when she brought this up. I was folding the ad from my fortune cookie into a tiny square while she explained that she didnt want to have to put a bra on every time she went to get water. I genuinely thought shed seen someone coming out of another apartment until she said "the bald one was nice though, he offered to take my trash down." Thats when I figured it out. I told her it was my brother and she said "okay but what about the other two?" I said no, all of them. Same person. She thought i was messing around with her. Actually got a little annoyed and said she was trying to have a normal conversation with me. So i showed her his Instagram. She scrolled through a few pictures, zoomed in on one, then just put my phone down. Apparently shed already told her best friend that i was having a "messy phase" and she wasnt sure how to bring it up. Meanwhile my brother has been eating cereal in our kitchen and going to work. She apologized and we laughed about it, but then she admitted shed thought one of them was cute. Obviously i asked which one. She said it didnt matter now and started packing up the leftovers. Ive asked twice since and shes getting annoyed with me, but i feel like i deserve to know. submitted by /u/validharvey_353 [link] [comments]

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