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When Blake first brings up his new Norwegian roommate, Adam envisions someone entirely different. A chick, primarily. And a real Norwegian, too, with a crazy foreign accent and probably some kinda sweet Norse rack. Even when it's mentioned once that The Norwegian is 6'4", he adjusts his mental image only slightly: makes her, instead, one of those intimidating, muscly-type foreign girls -- a bodybuilder, maybe, or a Bond villain.
He buys a pack of lubricated condoms on the night he gets an invite to Blake's Summer Kick-Off Drunkfest and single-handedly shotguns a six-pack upon finding out in person that Anders Holmvik is actually a second-gen American dude who has Dictionary.com bookmarked on his smartphone's browser solely for the purpose of correcting people in casual conversation.
He does pretty much have a sweet Norse rack, though, Adam can't help but notice when The Norwegian winds up on the latter side of a shirts versus skins game of beer pong. And he's kinda freckly which is actually pretty hot and stuff, he can't help but focus on after the sloppiest round of Edward Forty-Hands he's played in ages. And his "whole mouth situation looks like it would probably be super good at, like, dicks and whatever", he can't help but blurt out to The Norwegian's face in a super-crossfaded attempt at a genuine compliment, before puking all over the windshield of someone else's parked car.
Two months later when he's looking for a place to live and Blake says they're looking for a third roommate, Adam considers for the first time in his life that he might need to rethink the way he does first impressions.