I've been super lucky to live with my best friends over the last eight years. A couple were best friends who became my roommates, and one was a roommate I barely knew who quickly became my best friend. While I consider all of them sisters, we probably need an even more specific word for the unique best friend/roommate bond. How about "best froomie"?
So what's the difference between living with a person who's a friend and having a roommate who is truly also your best friend? I've found there are more than a few ways to know you've reached that next level of intimacy. Some good indicators you've reached true best froomie status: On any given day, you tend to know how much sex they've had in the last week, what they have in the fridge, what textual dramas they're having, why they're pretending to be invisible on gchat, and whether or not they need to do laundry.
No, this is no ordinary friendship — this is some next-level intimacy we're talking about. Here's how you know your roommate is also your best friend. Share it with the one you love over a pint of frozen cookie dough. (Because really, it's not going to eat itself.)
you've seen each other naked
And know her cup size.
and heard her having sex
It takes a true friend to hear that and still love you.
you've bingewatched at least 5 Netflix series together
Scandal when you need to escape, and OITNB when you need to watch 36 hours in one sitting.
you go out to brunch on sundays even though you have nothing to catch up on
in-depth text message-analysis is a given
you have a favorite item she bakes
And she bakes it just for you.
you know exactly what a tub of ben & jerry's in her hands means
Either it's time to celebrate — or time to talk. Or, if she's really awesome, it's just another Tuesday night.
you've broken out into impromptu dance parities
and if you're really lucky, choreographed a few
you've gotten into at least 3 screaming fights
Can't be best froomies if you don't fight. It's all part of it.
you know when she's getting her period
and can do stuff like this
you have all of each other's passwords
and are each other's emergency contact
half your family thinks you're a lesbian because you guys are so close
though, to be fair, you sometimes sleep in each other's beds for no reason
you've gotten nervous about throwing a party together
You had fun, but later decided Scandal would have been an easier bet.
she knows what you're ocd about
and can tell the moment you walk in the door whether or not you've been drinking
you've creeped on your neighbors at some point
she regularly hands over her tinder to you
(since any new romantic partner has to be approved by you anyway)
I mean, he might be around the house. This is serious.
when she starts dating someone seriously, you're happy for her, really
but also really nervous, because this could happen one day
most of all, you've said this to each other more than once
And damn, do you mean it
and you always will
Just don't even think about cheating on me.