After abandoning my previous philosophy of only renting my apartment to girls who write normal sounding emails, this time I went simply on a first-contact, first-serve basis. In this case it was a guy, and while I normally like to keep my contact with anonymous guys to a bare minimum (enjoyable pun), this time I said fuck it (and another!) and welcomed him into my home.
He walked in, shook my hand, looked around for a few seconds and said, “I’ll take it.” It was like he was deciding whether or not to watch an episode of ‘Sex and the City,” reasoning that maybe Samantha would take her dress off, but then quickly realizing that it wasn’t worth it.
This guy is my new hero. At least until my old hero, Bugs Bunny, starts working again.