My new roommate has the worst taste in men. I mean, Murph's special. He's funny and flamboyant and full of life.
While I'm straight, even I can tell these guys aren't good enough for him. I had to yell at one date, toss another one out the door, and throw a beer in another's face.
Kind of embarrassing, really. I don't know what's gotten into me.
I ask my sister what's wrong with me and she says I'm jealous. Jealous? Please. Me? Come on.
Only thing is, I hate the thought of Murph kissing any guy. Ever.
Except, maybe . . . me?
Contains mature themes.