Looking for an Apartment.

I am currently living in an apartment with Lynnsy but in November we are moving out and going our separate ways. That means I have been busy looking for a room to live in, hopefully with French roommates. I have been talking to various people on apparteger.com which is the French version of roommates.com which seems to have a lot of rooms available.

I got in touch with a guy named Phil earlier this weekend. In his profile he says that he is gay and that his preferred roommate is a gay man, but in his description he just says that he wants someone who is “gay friendly.” I figured this meant that he didn’t want to live with any raging homophobes and not that he only wanted to live with another gay man. I was wrong.

We were planning on meeting today and yesterday he sends me a text message with directions to his place. He signs the text message “See you kiss Phil” which is definitely kind of strange but I just put it down to his loose grasp on the English language.

I meet him at his apartment today and it is in kind of a sketchy neighborhood but I wasn’t very concerned about that. We go inside and to the right is a small but harmless (and clean) looking kitchen. Next to that is a bathroom with similar qualities. Looking to the left, however, revealed the filthy “living room.”

I wouldn’t really call it a “living room” as much as I would call it a “dying room.” It was a tiny room full of trash and books and paper stacked everywhere and I don’t know how he had so much shit. Then there was a tiny fold out futon couch. He told me that it was the “living room” and that it was also “his room” and that he would be sleeping there.

The he showed me the “bedroom,” which wasn’t so much a bedroom as much as it was a bed-less closet full of trash. Seriously, it was just trash everywhere and there was no bed. I think I am taller than the “bedroom” was wide.

He proceeded to tell me that the bedroom “was not ready yet” and that in the meantime I could sleep on the tiny futon with him. As he said that he looked up and gave me a strange kind of “notice how small the futon is?” smile.

I said that I was looking at other places and that I’d get in touch with him sometime in the next couple of days to tell him what I thought.

Let’s hope the next apartment is just as good!