Why I Love Living With a Boy (Not My Boyfriend)

To begin, this article is a misnomer. As a woman in her 30s, I cannot wholeheartedly advocate living with a “boy.” I live with a man. And this is not my first rodeo. Having cohabitated with a long-term boyfriend, my best friend, relative strangers, my twin sister, and my very favorite roommate of all—myself—nothing shocked me more than the cold realization that my deeply introverted, wildly proud loner self found my current situation, that of living with a platonic male friend, to be the preferred scenario. My first night in our rent-controlled gem of a sizeable Spanish Mission apartment, I cried myself to sleep. A week later, I realized I’d stumbled upon the best thing ever. Keep scrolling for notes on the exact math of why living with a man you’re not in a relationship with irrefutably rules.

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