ExTank, it means…Way, way, way, way too much information. Hope that was enough info for you. 
I sleep on the top bunk bed.
Now to answer a few more of these . . .
Tasha, to your first question . . . no, because I can handle myself. And yes, because it’s funny.
Extank: You’re not doing anything wrong. There weren’t a lot of unattached females at the last dopefest we went to, and you look better than your picture. “But let me ask you this: does his acceptance or belief in your status matter to you?” It’s more like it pisses me off. He loves to flaunt his homosexuality, yet he refuses to believe (at least until sunday night, far as I know) I’m bisexual. It’s . . . more annoying than anything else.
DC, your question is answered in my response to Dave.
punha, if you don’t mind, may I ask if your roomie thinks your straight and just saying you’re bi to be ‘cool’ or gay and not admitting it?
“sleep”. So that’s what you kids are calling it nowadays, huh? Who wouldda thought!?! 
You may feel free to ask, and I’ll even be nice and answer.
The reasons my roommate doesn’t think I’m bi, or doesn’t think I could know:
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I’ve never had sex, so I don’t know what I want.
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In order to know what you want, you have to have been with a person of that gender.
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I’ve never had sex, so I don’t know.
Do these seem like roughly the asme thing to you? Me, too. My reasoning behind why he doesn’t think I’m gay:
He told me he was gay about two weeks after I met him, and along with that he told me he was attracted to me. If I’m not bi or gay, then I have no reason to be attracted to him, so he doesn’t feel ugly or anything. However, if I am bi, then that means I’m not attracted to him and there’s no hope for a relationship (and I don’t mean purely physical attraction here). So if he can keep himself thinking I still believe I’m straight, then his crush on me, such as it is, is in better shape and more promising than if I’m bi and not wanting to be with him.
However, part of that might be my own ego, which I try to keep underinflated for situations just like this.
I am most definitely not gay. Just ask . . . well, a shitload of female dopers. Really . . . there are a lot who would tell you I am not gay.
And Dave, at least I didn’t say I was changing when he started talking to me:D
Doesn’t mean a thing. You’re what? 21 or something? I was bisexual until I was 24. Ever since my experiences with that woman at that age I realised that I had been fooling myself and that I was, in fact, full-time gay.
I’m not saying that bisexuality doesn’t exist or that you aren’t just that, I’m saying that you might be deluding yourself without even knowing it. Especially since you haven’t had any sexual encounters with either sex and the feeling you identify as attraction might just be cropped up horniness that just seeks a way out, regardless of sex. I know I have been in that situation.
Pun –
Didn’t mean to offend or appear to be intolerant. My apologies.
ChiefScott:
You didn’t offend. I was going to put a smilie in there, but I know you hate them so I didn’t. Don’t worry about it. I was actually rather amused.
[smiley deleted].
Cool.
Peace.
Over and out.
Punha! You’re answering everybody else’s questions and not mine! pouts One tiny question… grumble
grin
Am I horny now . . . well, as is usual with me, last night was filled with pleasant thoughts of dopers, and that made me plenty happy (which you may take any way you like). Right now I’m not terrifically horny, but there are things that can change that.
Happy now?
Heebie-jeebie relapse!
All for your delight, ChiefScott, and to couteract the heebies, I present hot lesbian action!
Or not, depending. But at least it’s something vaguely related to . . . well, y’know;)
Just for a humourus aside…
My first college was in the middle of the 5th largest oilfield in America (aka ‘Butt Fuck Egypt)’. A community college that catered to pilots, mechanics, dental folk and cops. Needless to say, it attracted many swarthy men and hearty women.
A pilot friend was assigned a corn-fed pilot mechanics student from some little town in Kansas? Nebraska? (does it really matter where, between the two?)
He managed to transfer out of there within 2 days.
Seems like this good 'ol boy was a bit weird. The first night there this roomie was lying in his bed and started talking about masturbation. In detail. He had the upper bunk and started out the conversation by stating that he thought he should put a target on the ceiling.
“Yep, I figure I should put a target right above the bunk. What do you think?”
“huh?”
“Well, it’s good to have something to aim for, otherwise you jes get cum all over your stomach.”
“HUH?!”
“Yep. That’s what I’m gonna do. Put a nice rifle target up there and go for the bullseye every night!”
“WhaHuh?”
“You got a raincoat, don’tcha? You gonna need it, I tell you what…”
“Ummm…”
“Awww, Cmon, you know its fun. Look, I brought a bunch of magazines. I should have my subscriptions mailed here too. Borrow them if you like. Really, make no difference to me, jez don’t get the pages all sticky. I like to collect them.”
“Uhhh…”
“Yep, targets and raincoats. They should hand those out at check-in.”
My friend was seriously freaked out. All he could think about was getting out of there, and about Nat’l Lampoons ‘Vacation’. Remember the scene with Anthony Michael Hall- “What do you do for fun?” “Well, I got me a stack of girlie magazines about this high…”
I am sooooo glad I only had one roomate for one semester my whole time in college. Living off campus was expensive, but soooooooo worth it.
-Tcat
I think that I would wear several layers of clothing at night
Heh. My roommate (Kris) always tried to hook up with me. He’d beg me to let him perfom oral sex on me ad nauseum and when he’d have too much to drink, I’d have to lock my bedroom door.
No, I never hooked up with him, but frequently asked him what his problem was. Turns out men have a strong desire to fuck ANYTHING if they’re grossly depraved.
A few weeks ago, his grandmother sent him a letter informing him that Kris and I are actually cousins! (Well, 5th or 6th cousins, but I’m still considering us to be close relatives so I’m permanently off the hook. Hooray!)
Iampunha - maybe you can somehow inform your roommate that you’re related and, if he still pursues you, he’s just too sick.
Iampunha, if you haven’t had any sex, maybe you’re an Asexual. Maybe telling your roommate that would get him off your back…er, I mean, leave you alone.
Iampunha, how about printing off some articles about Ms. Bobbitt and leaving them around the room? Then you get a big pair of scissors to keep under your pillow and when you are both lying in your bunks at night you could make snip…sssssnipp!! noises with them.
It’s funny you mention this, because I was (distantly) related to my roommate before him. This guy from Germany came over in the 1700s and had a boatload of kids. I’m descended from one daughter and he from another.
Not that he believed me or really cared that much.
And TP, I think he’d want me to share the shissors with him. He’s into rough stuff.
DON’T ASK!
Hey, pun - how you doin’?
Eh, so the guy wants to be friends (or, in this case, roommates) with special privileges. Frankly, without a lover in the picture, I think friends make the best sex partners, but YMMV. If he was halfway cute (and way fun) I’d have done it, but, again, YMMV - he could also be Ernest Borgnine for all I know (and that oughta give Scott all the jeebies he needs).
And as far as the “you’re not sure yet,” everybody’s talking out their ass here - you know what you are, and if your self-image changes in the future, who cares? I knew I was gay at 18 and have never had any kind of relations with women (well, I kissed one once when I was 17). And we all know I’ve had plenty of relations with men since then…
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