Actually I'm not really fond of being anyone's roommate (Assuming we're not talking here about gf/wife/life partners) Reminds me of school camps 
hee hee ... I realize that I remarked a while ago about my roommates of choice. I was thinking about all of this again though (since the thread came back to life), and I have rather seriously concluded that I am nearly unfit (completely) for being a roommate of any kind to almost anybody at all

-- except for maybe being the kind that doesn't live there ... hee hee. I am surprised my husband has lasted this long, but as he put it,
most of the time I am nice

. However, sharing space is *really* difficult for me, I have further discovered recently. Not that I have not always known this, I just thought it was more a matter of it being everybody else's fault that made it so difficult for me

. I suspect that if I actually roomed with anybody from here, there would probably be some kind of explosive energy hanging around ... and we would never know when the bomb would go off ... and, well, that's just not real fun to live with

(been there, done that). Plus, I am pretty messy in some ways :-, unless I am pulling some kind of amazing stunt-life (I am working on my potential in that area though).
In any event, there are plenty of people whose beings I would still just love to absorb though

.
Okay. I might be capable if the house were absolutely gigantic and I could exist without seeing (and hardly even hearing) anybody for days at a time, if I wanted.