Great googly moogley. What with Christmas being the Ayers Rock in the middle of my search for a new place to rent, it's not like I've looked at lots of possibilities. Not in person any way. I've looked at and filtered through a decent number of financially appropriate options. And already exchanged emails with a couple standard scam artists.
I even met a creeper on my very first try!
Ugh.
Elaboration: I went and looked at an affordable, tiny but okay enough room at the bottom floor of a nice, clean, extremely (anal) well kept house in a nice neighborhood. The kind of neighborhood on a hill with windy roads leading the way. Nice.
So of course the homeowner, who lives there too has to give off the total creep vibe. Funny thing is, it's otherwise a legit, available rental. It's just at one point half way through being there and chatting, I felt like I was being sized up all of a sudden as a potential wife. There are other people renting rooms in the house, guys at the moment, but he's rented to women too. It's just I got the distinct and horrible feeling he found me attractive. And that he's dominant in the bedroom. Like, how gross is that? Who has the power to convey shit like that through the course of regular conversation?!
Any way, he had just shown the same room to another guy that afternoon and emphasized to me that it was basically first come first serve as far as who he would rent to. I was so not hopping on that bus. I left with my dignity and the knowledge that he used to be married to a Thai woman, liked my punctuality and was way too into the views from his house. Granted if I
owned a house with views like that, I'd be into them too. I just don't think I'd sell them so hard to a potential renter. If I'd been playing a drinking game for every time he mentioned the view I'd have been hammered and too drunk to drive, but not too drunk to sit in my car and idle down the hill just to get away. (Just kidding kids. Don't do that. Unless maybe you really are trying to get away from someone. At your discretion.)
(Why are kids reading my blog? get out of here.)
Location location location.There are two grocery stores and other retailers directly across the street from the place I looked at most recently. I set up my appointment to view the room a whole week in advance, and it actually came through. The woman who takes care of the house was pretty accommodating to making sure I got to see the place -so I took that as a good sign. And when I got to the house and parked easily on the street I felt like I was seeing more good signs. Those stopped at soon as the door to the house opened.
I'd already been told briefly about the other housemates, including two girls I'd share common spaces with. I knew they were in sororities and that they're active - having meetings, probably sometimes parties at the house. Fine. Not an automatic deal breaker. And I've lived with sorority sisters before.
Keeping with the idea of a proactive, social-butterfly type I was expecting someone possibly overtly cheerful, or at least very much present and pleasant. Instead I got a small-eyed puffy Asian girl, suffering from weed induced paranoia, and if she's lucky she can blame her bitchiness on it too. There were two other girls hanging around in the kitchen and living room, one of them I presume was the other girl roommate.
Setting the tone from the minute she opened the door and asked "What do you want?" it was totally hostile.
No one introduced themselves. The talking puffer-face girl wearing sausage casings for pants didn't even want to let us in.
The house was well kept, the room itself decent with a good closet. Location was great. And the homeowners themselves seem like a nice family; they don't live at the house.
So of course dumb hos live there. I don't have the patience or energy to deal with someone like that. Save the drama for yo' mama you Ke$ha wannabes.
