My current roommate is from Iran. I love going home to him and wish he wasn't taking off travelling. Boo hiss.
Hearing him speak of his country and call me Jamie because he likes it better than Aimee...and man can he clean and cook! Oh, and he bathes! Twice a day. My last guy smelt like ass. Ramin Roomie smells of flowers. Anyways, here is a little reality check for those of you who think your parking tickets are annoying:
He was walking along with a woman in Tehran mid-afternoon and they were stopped by the police. The police had the lawful right to force them to be married. One of the officers was making the international sign for Pay Up; rubbing his thumbs against his finger pads and they got out of marital blissful-misery by handing over all their cash.
My next roommate is a hot plumber who has taken the leap out of the closet at 33 yrs old, and is mid-divorce. I think I'll enjoy going home to him too. I love having my mind blown apart, especially by men who smell nice.