Books are better than boys

My roommate and I always stand while we are talking.  Generally in the kitchen or entryway to our apartment.  In the kitchen we lean against opposite counters, in the entryway, he is generally closest to the door and I stand in the door frame between the living room and bathroom (usually fidgeting and sometimes doing the thing where you press the outside of you hands against the door frame and then when you stop your arms lift automatically).  We don’t sit.  Even when the conversation pushes through to an hour or more.  Always standing, facing each other.