The Night My Roommate Dated Sega Princess


Exhausted and bleary eyed, I returned home from an all-nighter. All I wanted to do was sleep. As I stumbled towards my bed for the pillow, I paused, noticing strange sounds coming from the living room. The electronic beeps and pings sounded oddly familiar, but I could not quite place their source. Upon closer inspection, I discovered my roommate glued to the floor, mesmerized by the television. He sat cross legged like a 5 year old child in a trance, his fingers moving quickly to beat the video game playing on our tv. The music was classic Sega, one of my favorite childhood games.

If we were in middle, high school, or even college this might have been acceptable. But, we were Residents – 28 year old Medical School graduates – working in a hospital. Additionally, it was a Saturday night, our one free evening in weeks and my roommate had just regressed twenty years after discovering his long lost toy in his parent’s attic. Despite my best intentions of acting our age to bar hop that evening in addition to time spent poking fun at my roommate for not going out,  I let the slumber droop over my eyelids and win the battle for sleep.

The next morning, I woke up refreshed. I wandered into the living room, chuckling at the Sega box hastily strewn in the hallway. At 8am, I expected the apartment to be empty. But, I stumbled directly into a gorgeous girl in a mink stole with three inch heels, twirling her hair as she sat on the couch staring out the window. I rubbed my eyes, clearly I was not awake. Was my subconscious playing tricks on me, switching Sonic the Hedgehog for the sexy Lara Croft from Tomb Raider as I dreamed?

“Who are you?” the girl exclaimed, springing up from the chair. Baffled, I extended my hand to shake her’s and replied, “No, I believe the question is who are you?  I live here.” She breathed out a giant gasp of air, “Dan! You didn’t tell me you had a roommate!” she shouted. From across the apartment, my roommate opened his door, appearing in his boxers with a sheepish grin. “Stella, meet my roommate,” he feigned hospitality at this early hour. Awkwardly, I nodded, wondering how my roommate had gone from playing video games to hanging out with a gorgeous model.

There wasn’t time to find out from him then. I gulped down a glass of juice, and walked out the door to go to work in the hospital. Maybe I should start playing video games on Saturday nights too…

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