Oh the awkward page. Thank god I found you.
Friday: Out at a club with my new flatmate (straight male). When we get home he tells me we cannot be friends because he is going to fall in love with me. AWKWARD.
Saturday: Out at a different club, with my other flatmate (straight/”queer-with-beer” female), she spends whole night dancing right up against me and running my hands down her body, then gets chatted up by a guy so I throw a little strop and we go home. Wake up in the morning and try and have breakfast in the same kitchen and talk about how drink we were and how neither of us remembers anything. Ahem.
I think I need a new flat.