So I says…
So, we (by which I mean I) interviewed potential roommates yester eve. Details below…
1. Byron: Musician-type guy who recently broke up with his girlfriend, lives just a couple buildings down from the place, works for a major designer label, a bit scruffy, but has nice green eyes, seems easygoing and copacetic.
2. Elvin: Well-mannered Asian boy, recent transplant from D.C., probably terribly easy to live with, absolutely nothing in common with.
3. Derrin: A no-show. Thanks, prick!
4. Rick: Introverted young thing from Santa-somethin’ or other, quiet gay boy looking to escape to the City, cute, but socially inept.
And while I had hoped to find someone more similar to myself to fill the room, I relented in the interest of time (I need someone by August 1st, and the application process could take a few days), and opted for he who would be most likely to make out with me.
Impetuous? Scandalous? Highly questionable selection process? You betcha.
But it’s been a tough year, and I’ve "gone without" for an alarmingly long time, so forgive me for letting my pecker make the pick. Besides which, who’s to say such will come to fruition? I mean, he was nice and employed, which are the only two requirements you really need in a roommate anyway, right?
Oh, and I’m not saying who he is just yet. Stew in ya curiosity, bitches!
