Whenever I catch up with one of my friends I haven't talked to in a while, inevitably the conversation takes a now familiar turn with this question.

"So how are things going now that he has moved in?"

The he in question is The Roommate's Boyfriend who is now living with us. It's asked in a tone of voice that suggests the asker already knows the answer. That answer being that it's dreadful, I hate it and I can't wait for the lease to be up.

But they are wrong and are always surprised when I tell them things are wonderful and he fits very nicely into our happy little home. He's a great guy and very easy to live with. If anything, I'd be worried more for him since The Roommate and I have been living together for...holy shit! I had to actually think about it and count it up...almost SEVEN years! She and I have been used to our quirks and menstrual cycles for quite a while. Sometimes, I think he gets a little freaked out when we speak in our own language of inside jokes and colloquialisms.

Elliott, The Cat™, crushes on him hard. He's totally in love with him. He follows him EVERYWHERE and is so excited when he gets home. I think The Cat™ like him more than the two of us combined.

There are also benefits to having The Roommate's Boyfriend live here. When he's at the store buying groceries and calls The Roommate to ask about the shopping list, I can yell out "get some cookies" and viola!..cookies are on the way to my house. And I don't even have to tip.

The Roommate's Boyfriend drives a pickup. I try not exploit this too much because I know guys with pickups get tired of having everyone ask them to haul shit, but it has come in handy a few times and all it cost me was dinner.

But of course, the best thing about having him around is he makes The Roommate™ very, very happy. Cause if The Roommate™ ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.