Intimidation, thy name is "Male Flatmate"

If you've read my blog - it must have a been a slow day! - you'll know that I currently live away from himself during the week and meet up on the weekends. This means that while I am living away from him, I share an apartment with - until recently - a fairly laidback and easy-going man. It was a good arrangement as he mostly visited his girlfriend during the weekends and mostly worked late during the week so our paths very rarely crossed.
Until last Thursday night that is. When I returned from watching Lost in Translation (I'm still deciding my opinion of it) and received the rather unpleasant shock that he was planning to move out in one week. ONE WEEK FOR THE LOVE OF PETE!
Suffice to say, I was disappointed that he did not have the courtesy to give me a greater notice period but left it at that.
Until he started demanding his deposit back.
When I told him that "hello" I was going to keep it because it was such a stupid notice period and he had to pay me his portion of the bills as well, I was less than best pleased I assure you. He then starts getting frustrated and agitated and loud and I have to say I was VERY surprised.
If I had been at my previous fitness level, I would have been scared too. Thankfully, I have the confidence that if he tries to be physically annoying, I can drop kick his ass because he's tall but weedy. My himself - a beefy, ridiculously strong tree surgeon - also assures me that I have now developed a killer punch because he can actually feel it when I use his arm to check my strength.
What a lovely boy!
Nevertheless, my tree surgeon is coming down on Friday and is going to be fearsome and intimidating! I have to laugh at this though. As is almost the rule with most supremely strong giants, he is one of the most gentle people you could ever come across. Himself is the kind of guy who held up the traffic along a country road so that a baby hedgehog could cross safely.
Altogether now: Awwwwwwwwwwwww!
The stress of the last week is now telling on me as I have an absolutely diabolical cold that I would have ordinarily not had. This is the problem when you're a calm and cool person. All the emotion and vitriole implodes. The WORST part of all of this is, I can't go on my adventure training weekend because of this neanderthal. I cannot trust that he will leave the apartment safely and with everything neat and tidy. Hence himself coming as backup.
I have been going to cross training classes recently and one of them has been this fantastic 'getallyouraggressionoutandkicksomeass' class called Body Combat. Where, whilst you do aerobics, you also learn how to kick and punch and jab. It's absolutely fantastic but the interesting thing is, I have never felt the need to practice these moves before now. And I am such a peace-loving, non-violent person.
By the way, don't get the wrong idea. I am no fit gym bunny or anything. I am - and I think that I am destined to be - a person with good physical fitness who will have cow-bearing hips through eternity!
So the moral of the story? Don't share an apartment with any man (especially if you're a 5'3.5" woman) unless he happens to be your partner, your friend or someone you know. If you do, make sure yuo take Body Combat classes and can kick his ass! :)