Roommate interviews tomorrow. After a few appletinis and still charged from "The Real Housewives of New York City" reunion part 3, I did a little sprucing up and redecorating around the house that ended up quite nicely. Will do some final touches today, buy some flowers, and cross my fingers.
The three hopefuls are:
1. Zeke: Gay guy who was the first to bite, and had a colorful, fun, and vibrant response to my ad. He seems to be the most promising candidate, but words can be deceiving. We'll wait until we meet in person.
2. Sally: A self-described 39-year-old wild child, she seems like fun, but I worry about the fact that she smokes (though she insists she would do so outside) and, well, that she describes herself as a wild child. I'm fucking getting old. And my current roommate is barely around, so it's like I have the place to myself. And I'd kind of like to keep it that way.
3. Paul: The sparsest of responses was from this dude who works at a law firm, but has a degree in music. Interesting. I always have one person who really doesn't spark my fancy, but who I interview as a back up in case the most fascinating people fall through. Enter Paul.
Everyone gets a half hour to impress me. Then I want to climb to Parnassus Heights and have frozen margaritas 'til the cows come home.
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