Living with Three Girls "not all it's cracked up to be"

Living with girls is not the cornucopia of pampering and sexual hi-jinks that
people would have you believe, third year historian Mark Terrapin has
discovered to his cost.  Terrapin, who spent his second year living in Earlsdon
with two (male) friends from his first year corridor, initially jumped at the
chance to complete a four with three girls off his course. 

Before moving in, Mark shared with (male) friends his anticipation for the
delights that the year would surely hold, including the ability to copy their
neat and careful lecture notes and essays; the regular opportuinties to see
them about the house "in their pants and stuff"; and the chance to lift their
spirits when down and "probably get a shag in return".

The harsh realities of Leamington living have proven very disappointing to
Terrapin.  In a number of respects the year has failed to live up to his
expectations.  His complaints include being shouted at for not doing his
washing up straight away, even though he was going to do it eventually; that
the sight of female underwear hung up to dry is actually quite unappealing;
that his housemates always walk round fully dressed, despite his best efforts
to catch a glimpse of flesh when waiting outside the bathroom in the morning;
and that although he has "listened to their incessant whining about men for
hours on end", this has yet to result in sexual favours in return. 

Further disadvantages of living with girls listed by Mark include:

* the incredible rate at which toilet role is used up, leading to some awkward
moments.

* being outvoted whenever he wants to watch football or Channel 5.

* every available flat surface in the bathroom being covered with toiletries
and make-up.

* the strangely tense atmosphere that descends on the household every four
weeks.

For their part, his three housemates say, without much enthusiasm, that Mark is
"an OK person to live with -- just like one of the girls, really."

(Male) friends still come up to Mark, nudge him, and say "Sharing with three
girls, eh?  That must be all right, then."  But Mark no longer replies.  He
just looks at his friends without comprehension, and then shuffles off to his
seminar, a broken man.