As of now, we have interviewed a total of four girls in person. One girl, who lives out of state but is coming here for college, plans on Skyping with us later in the week. And I have a few others hanging in email limbo.
It’s amazing how daunting the task of selecting a person to share living space can be. I don’t want to choose some chick who wants to party every night because, especially during the school year, I like nights to myself. I don’t want to choose someone who will hole up in her room when we’re hanging out, though. My last roommate pretty well fit the exact description of what we were looking for.
This time, I’m afraid we won’t get so lucky. Hopefully I’m wrong. Here’s what we’ve dealt with thus far..
22 Going On 35
The first girl we met claimed to be 22. When she crossed the threshold of the apartment, however, it became blatantly obvious to Cassandra and I that she had to have been pushing 30 if she wasn’t already there. Her boobs were saggy, her voice was deep, and if she was 22, she must have hit the crack pipe hard in her day. Anyway, she seemed too out of it to work out even if she was what she said.
Her job is also “caretaker” which I’m sure meant “babysitter” in glorified terminology. Sorry, I’m not moving in with someone whose job depends on when parents decide to go on dates and leave their children home with the sitter. Not gonna happen.
The Young One
Admittedly, 18 is not that big of an age difference for us. We’re 20 and 21, so this girl at least went to high school when we did and has been on her own before. She works two jobs and claims to be very mature for her age, but I just don’t want to a) corrupt young minds with my cynicism about life or b) room with someone who shares no commonality with us. With people as young as us, even a few years age difference can be a huge generational gap.
All in all, she was a sweet girl and I wouldn’t mind rooming with her. She seemed clean, respectful, and trustworthy. All good qualities for a potential roommate.
The Cat Girl
I didn’t meet her, but Cassandra liked her. She apparently was nice, well put together, and a cat lover.
Only problem? Her cat isn’t declawed. Being a requirement for cats at the apartment complex, I let her know that she’d need to have said cat declawed if she were to move in. After googling the procedure, she didn’t seem too hot on the idea. I looked it up as well and I must say, I’m glad Bitch Cat was already declawed when I took her because it seems really inhumane. I completely understand her not wanting to put her baby through something like that. Respect.
Plus, I don’t think the apartment was cleaned up when she came by and she may or may not think we’re pigs. We’re not. Only sometimes.
The Sleep-Here-But-Not-Live-Here Girl
We met with another girl this past week who seemed very nice, but that niceness almost seemed fake. Like she was trying to make a good impression and give the false pretense that she’d be friends with us. In reality, though, I pegged her as the kind of girl who would do her own thing and ignore us. She made comments about our place that seemed insulting without actually being a direct jab. If we lived with her, we’d probably get along with her. She’d probably pay the rent. But her life probably wouldn’t intermesh with ours. And I really don’t want to be living with someone who I don’t know and who I’m not comfortable with. Is it too much to ask that someone actually pay bills and be my friend?
The Dumb One
Maybe it’s my fault. Maybe I don’t make things clear, but I didn’t think that was the case. The girl who I’ve come to refer to as the “dumb one” should be smarter than me. She’s older and in grad school, but apparently she can’t retain any kind of information. Example:
An email she sent..
“I was wondering what the total rent would be after all utilities, electric, ect. I am looking for my own bathroom. How many people would be living here?”
“Rent includes water and trash. That’s $255/mo. Then we have cable and internet, which runs about $30 per person. Electric varies. Our latest bill was $94 (so around $30 each). The most it has ever amounted to was about $70 per person. There would be three girls altogether in this three bedroom apartment.The room we’re looking to rent out is the master bedroom, which includes a private bathroom and a nice sized walk-in closet.”
So, she said..
“Would I have my own bathroom as well?”
“So it would be me, you and a third roommate right now? That third roommate is moving in December? So would it be me and you in apartment or 3 of us? Sorry just trying to understand hah. Just to completely understand how much would everything cost together a month (on average)?”
Did I NOT just explain those exact things? Is it difficult to go back and reread an email if you’ve forgotten? And I’m not sure where she got the idea that Hollie is moving out – in December! Did I mention December? Is she combining two different people’s situations? Either way, it’s not that hard to keep things straight. So I ask: really?
So I just ignored this girl’s complete idiocy and set up a time when we were all free to meet. I gave her the address and thought everything was fine, but she never showed up. Maybe I should have sent something to confirm that yes, I still planned to meet her. I emailed to apologize if that were the case and haven’t heard back. It’s probably for the best.
Skype Girl seems nice. She lives in another state and plans to move here with her boyfriend to attend college. He’s going to be playing football and staying on campus, so she was looking for an apartment to live in. She seems intelligent enough through emails and we planned on Skyping with her since she can’t make the trip up here to see the place. At this point, I’m just waiting for an email back from her. It’s been two days, so hopefully something will work out there.
So, here’s to trying to figure it out..
Another girl called me on Monday afternoon. I left her a voicemail a few hours ago asking her to call me back. One of these people has to work out, right? And the ones that seem terrible might not be so bad, right? Why does it have to be so complicated? When we met Cassandra, it seemed like an instant connection. Like we knew she’d click with us. I haven’t felt that click with any of these girls, even the ones who seemed nice.
In other news, my car (Maurice) didn’t start once again yesterday. Luckily it finally did, but this is getting old. Not to mention that my parents are out of town again and that’s always when things go wrong.
I took Bitch Cat to the vet today and we’re waiting on blood work to come back because she’s lost weight. This is too long as it is, so I’ll talk more about that next time.