The Dog

Today we added another female inhabitant to our apartment: Zorra, the Spitz-Corgi mutt. Lauren and I made the trek up to New Hampshire to pick her up after her long trip up from Tennessee. Between being drugged up (her foster mother gave her Dramamine for the trip), having been on the road with a bunch of other no-doubt nervous dogs, and being handed off to two strangers who then drive her for another hour or so, she was understandably timid, confused, and tired.

Fortunately, Nora is dogsitting for her friend Veronica's dog, Fiji. Fiji is smaller than Zorra and very friendly, and is making Zorra's transition a lot easier by playing with her (or trying to) and leading her on walks. Shortly after we got Zorra here, we four roommates and Pat witnessed a scene whose hilariousness is impossible to convey with mere text. We watched as Fiji tried everything she could think of to get Zorra to play with her: furiously squeaking her squeaky toy, running (and sliding) in circles around the house, barking, and all possible combinations of these things. Zorra was unmoved, but the rest of us were bent over in pain from laughter.

Pics to follow, but for now enjoy the ones Lauren has posted on her blog.

The Visit

Today, Melissa and her friend Kathryn came up from Texas for a week or so to visit. As Pat pointed out to me, this increases the estrogen level in the apartment significantly. According to my calculations, that means an estrogen increase of approximately 66%. We hope that we can offset that slightly by going to a baseball game tomorrow, but I doubt it will be enough.

Nora, Lauren, Pat and I spent a good portion of this past weekend painting the apartment. The girls spent quite a bit of time making sure to get exactly the perfect color and debating what the landlord meant by "neutral color". Being a male, I doubt that I have the vocabulary to accurately describe the colors that were picked, but I shall try. Women seem to be born with the ability not only to discern differences between colors that men cannot, but also with the vocabulary to name such colors. And other women know exactly what they are taking about. In any case, my limited male color detection and vocabulary detect the color of our living room and dining room as "peach". We also painted our bedroom a light green.

Profile: Nate

I was born on the North Shore of Massachusetts, but please don't hold it against me. I spent all of my childhood that I can remember firmly entrenched on the South Shore in Halifax (Massachusetts, not Nova Scotia). After high school, I came to Boston to major in Computer Science at Northeastern University. It was there that I met Lauren, in the basement of Melvin Hall playing Dance Dance Revolution with her good friend Sharon. Lucky for me I was pretty good at it, (good in normal person terms, not good in terms of people who are actually into Dance Dance Revolution) which apparently caught her eye. So remember, kids: video games get you the ladies.

I'm a skinny, nerdy guy who is still too into video games. I have a weak spot for sci-fi and strategy games and... yeah. You probably get the idea. I like to get outside when I can, especially for tennis, softball, and even the occasional basketball game with friends. I rarely turn down free stuff and usually don't care how I look.

Now I'm a web application developer at BigBad and living in Somerville along with Lauren, Nora, and Sharon.

Welcome

Welcome one and all to Estrogenous Encounters. My name is Nate and this is my story: I lived with an overabundance of men for pretty much my entire life. Growing up, my mother was the only woman in a house with my father and two brothers. When I moved to college, I spent all of it living with male roommates, Ethan and Tellef (more on them later). My latest move, however, has put me in the unlikely position of the lone male in a house of four. The purpose of this blog is to the tale of my experience with Lauren, my girlfriend of several years, Nora, Lauren's roommate and our mutual friend of several years, and Sharon, Lauren's close friend from high school. Let's not forget Pat, Nora's boyfriend, who is around quite often and nearly qualifies as a fifth roommate. More on all of them later, when I get around to writing some profiles.

Anyway, with Pat's help, I'll be putting together anecdotes about the kind of things that could only happen in a house full of women, from a man's point of view. Hopefully you'll get some small degree of entertainment out of it.