Meet your new roommate

You go to walk out of your room and walk smack into a pile of walking boxes!

"Watch it!" You cry.

"Hey. Sorry," the pile of boxes lowers to the ground to reveal one of those gorgeous blonde cheerleaders that the floor is littered with, "I'm Sam. Are you Liz?"

You slowly nod as you stare at this Aphrodite that is your new roommate. She stands almost six feet tall with blonde hair down to her narrow waist. Her breasts are bigger than yours. Maybe a D-cup. This isn't a roommate you have- it's a supermodel.

"That's fantastic!," Sam cries, "I know we'll be the best of friends! Talking all night and doing each other."

What did she say? Going to an all girls school when you were younger you knew all about the late night tickle fights that turn into something more, but you've never been hit on like that before!

"Hair!" Sam's tanned cheeks turn bright red, "Doing each other's hair."

You can't decide whether you're relieved that she wasn't hitting on you or annoyed that she doesn't like women. It would be less competition for you. Either way, you figure that maybe being close to a supermodel roommate will help bring guys in!