to ponder what I will 'blog' about.
Talking to Deb today I decided it best to start from today, with MD
having captured at least some of the past.
And so my first topic open for discussion, and ironically one quite
similar to MD:
At dinner on Friday night with a close friend, his current house guest
of two weeks was telling us about her move from Sydney and, more
pertinent to this story, her failed attempts at finding a place to
settle in Melbourne. Looking online, she had had very little luck: a
great house was spoiled by a weird housemate and vice versa. One
particular woman had a bird that sat on her shoulder. It was however
one particular response to her ad caught her attention. In his late
thirties, he owned a penthouse in a bayside suburb and worked as an
airline pilot. On paper he was the ideal catch, even as a housemate he
would be ideal in his prolonged absence!
And so we began to talk about where the line exists between finding a
house and finding a husband. Given the rigorous questionnaire that
this girl had filled out, the online matching service had matched her
with potential housemates with remarkable accuracy. Was this the
perfect dating service? Can love follow if you have already sorted out
whether the toilet seat is up or down? After all, living together is
potentially the hardest hurdle to overcome. Maybe it's advice the
single should heed, get off RSVP and get on realestate.com!
4 comments:
Oh my boy, you make me proud! I feel like a Mum watching her child learnt to write. Or something.
I can see we may have to start divvying up topics...
PS: This guy still need a housemate??
haha glad you are impressed! And no, he decided not to take any tenant at all!
Oh noice, a bird on the shoulder and a wooden leg perhaps?
The airline pilot probably had a hockey mask tucked away for October...or shares in a brown paper bag company :P
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