My so called sit com

Imagine this as the next tv show. A college student; Her boyfriend; And her dad; The twist: Her dad and boyfriend are roomies. Not just any roomies, like best buds and your an outside spectator to their wild and out ideas and practical jokes. Maybe you could live with it. Maybe you could get used to it. Until you find that your very inner core of feminity is endangered. For the men out there this is good news, but this is my actual life and many times have found my basic feminity lacking. I am referring to the bathroom narratives and microwave tricks essential to a "stud hut" ( As my Dad refers to it). Besides those facts, we cannot overlook, the flamboyant displays of, "Oh just put it wherever" and it doesn't really matter. The hut is not the most attractive house to walk into. You could look for days and neverd find the USB cord to your ipod that you left by the computer two days ago. So begins the race of the sexes, the pigsty against the homemaker. Let me go ahead and tell you, I marry the man that rooms with my father and love him until all eternity. But I've kept my feminity.