The Doommates
After hightailing it to the gym late Friday night and coming home exhausted, I awoke at the crack of the crack Saturday morning to scrub the place down in preparation for the three roommate interviews I was to have this weekend with Straight Chick, Gay Guy #1, and Nob Hill Girl. I scrubbed, washed, and sprayed down as best I could, sweating away all the while, with just about a half hour before Straight Chick was to come at noon.
When she arrived, a mousey, albeit pretty girl who looked like a young Jennifer Connolly, the first question she asked before I’d even closed the door was, “How much is the room again?” I feel like roommate interviews should be akin to job interviews, but less formal. You need to have read the room posting and description before you show up. And my room posting was very detailed, and certainly included the rent.
In any case, she deemed the kitchen a five out of ten (!), even after I’d slaved away, but I don’t entirely blame her. And when I told her the PG&E came out to about $40, she asked, “Per person?”. Regardless, she just wasn’t to make the cut.
Secondly was Gay Gay #1, a Chicago transplant who is into music and writing, and wanting to settle down in SF. I kind of get the feeling that he won’t be joining me for any End Up trips, but he seemed personable, if not a bit full of trepidation, but then I suppose roommate interviews can be a little stressful. He did say that the place was the best one he’d checked out, especially for the price (word), so he is definitely in the lead.
The Sunday, I again rushed about in preparation for Nob Hill Girl, who lived in my neighborhood, Nob Hill, and who seemed very responsive to the ad…and she didn’t show. I didn’t have her number, but emailed from my cell phone, and just tried her again today. Whatevs.
Gay Guy #2 will be coming Tuesday evening, and that’s about all I can take. I told myself that the next time I was looking for roommates, I’d take the time to really find someone I like. But I’ll settle for someone relatively cool who can be clean and responsible. It’s too draining dealing with these interviews, and it would be a fatiguing struggle keeping the place as clean as I’d like it through next weekend.
God grant me the strength, you guys ‘n’ dolls.
