He was a pretty big hippie back in the day, and he thinks my roommate’s living patterns hint at her being a dealer. Here’s his evidence:
She’s never here. She sleeps in other people’s rooms and uses this room as a place to deposit her stuff when she’s not using it.
Although she’s never here, she asked me to move all my stuff into the front (we live in a 2-room double) because “I need my own space.” Since we moved, she’s been here even less. My dad thinks she’s scared I would stumble across her stash if we kept the room the way it was.
She has at least three guys call or come by here every day. I only know about half of them, and she doesn’t introduce me to any of her friends. The friends I do know, I know by another association.
I know the kid acts pretty suspicious, but I don’t want to jump to conclusions. It seems to me that if she was a dealer, there would also be a couple of girls calling or showing up. I also haven’t noticed her high or hung over, but since I often don’t see her for days, and I have classes earlier than she does, I can’t really judge.
Short of searching her room, is there any way I can be more sure one way or the other?
That’s a possibility too … Although she doesn’t strike me as the kind of person who would become a prostitute.
I should also add Why I Want To Know.
It would explain her weird behavior.
I would have an outstanding reason to get a single for next semester.
My cousin once had a roommate who was a dealer in “real bad shit.” He awoke to the sound of a burly guy pounding on the door and yelling “You sold me some real bad shit, and I’m gonna fuck you up!” What if a disgruntled customer tries to mess with me?
I don’t have a problem with people who choose to take drugs, and I don’t particularly care what she does to herself. But if she gets caught, I might be threatened with expulsion.
And there are female dealers. I think female dealers have an easier time with it (as far as authority goes (cops look at men more, in my experience)) than male dealers.
This is a side note, but invariably the dealers I have known have all been men. Do any of y’all know any women dealers (not blackjack, of course ).
Biggest baller I ever met was a 50-ish black woman with a house full of goodies. She had pretty much her entire family out running shit for her—sons, nephews, her daughter’s BF…
So in other words, YES
sidenote—sounds to me like Wolfman might have hit it, if not a payed whore, maybe just really generous with her -er- favors? Does she have a pager? Cell phone? Does it go off at all hours? Will she talk on the phone in front of you? How long do her visitors stay? Are they the same guys over and over, or someone new each time? Ever more than one guy at a time? Does she wear pricey clothes? Own eighty pairs of shoes and her own helicopter?
Come on Daowajan—details please!
Ummm, hate to be Captain Obvious, but how about asking her?
Oh yeah, that’ll go over really well. “Hey Roommate, are you a drug dealer?” Or unless you want me to try to buy some shit off her, which is way out-of-character for me (see my alcohol thread.)
Does she have a pager? Cell phone? Does it go off at all hours? Will she talk on the phone in front of you? How long do her visitors stay? Are they the same guys over and over, or someone new each time? Ever more than one guy at a time? Does she wear pricey clothes? Own eighty pairs of shoes and her own helicopter?
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SShe doesn’t have a phone or a pager. She won’t talk on the phone in front of me under any circumstances. The visitors don’t stay here - they collect her and go someplace else. For the most part, they’re the same guys, although there’s a new one every week. More than one guy at a time? I have no idea. Like I said, they collect her and go someplace else. And everybody here is fashionably poor, so even if she was a dealer, she probably wouldn’t own designer clothes or her own helicopter.
I don’t think she’s a drug dealer. If she was, why would these guys pick her up to bring her somewhere else? If it has anything to do with drugs, it’s likely she’s a “middle man”, bringing these guys to someone else to get drugs.
If she was dealing out of your room, they’d show up, go somewhere private within your walls, pay her, get their shit, and leave.
Maybe she’s just a really private person.
RE: asking her. It actually might not be as bad as you think. If it’s true that you’re in danger of expulsion if she IS dealing, tell her “Listen, I could get in trouble for this too, so I just want to know.”
Just FYI: There was one female dope dealer who hit the news a few months back. She was dealing out of an apartment above the Carnegie Deli when some guys broke in and robbed her. They shot and killed her and three others.
Daowajan, I’m sure you didn’t mean to insult your dad, but “hippie” does not necessarily equal “drug user/dealer”! If he knows about this kind of thing, then he just does, but that doesn’t mean all “hippies” do.
Maybe she just hates, hates, hates dorm living. I certainly did. I hung out at in my boyfriend’s single whenever possible. I used to stay there for days, when I could get away with it. If someone I was friends with had an off-campus apartment, I would hang out there as much as I could before I had to go back.
A lot of people who really like–maybe even need–some solitude and alone time in their lives often find dorms unbearable and get out whenever they can.
They also try their best to preserve what little privacy they have–not talking about personal things in front of your roommate, for example. It’s a way to partially compensate for the total lack of private space.
She might adjust over time. Many people do. (I hated it straight through, but, then again, I had The Roommate From Hades.) Neither of you has been away at college for too long yet, right?
Although she doesn’t strike me as the kind of person who would become a prostitute.