Monday, February 16, 2009

Apartment hunting: 25 is the new cougar, I'm full of myself, and I sound like a bitch.

These are all things that have been reinforced by my Craigslist connections this week.

But let me back up.
In my search for the perfect (or perfect for now) apartment I naturally went to the greatest Internet community of all, Craigslist. I posted a "housing wanted" message entitled "California girl seeks home in the windy city." Yes, I got some pervs. But I also got some pretty funny messages. One message informed me that "You aren't all that. Get over yourself." To which I responded, "Your mom would beg to differ." Now let me openly admit that my posting maybe is a little braggadocio, but it's a sales pitch. Nobody wants to live with some who seems like a Debbie Downer, so I can totally understand how I come off as pompous. Also, I googled the guy's e-mail who sent that message to me, and he's a total racist and homophobe so I don't feel bad making jokes about his mother.
Another e-mail I enjoyed simple read "You sound like a bitch." Now as I admitted- pompous? Yes. Narcissistic? Probably. But bitchy? I didn't really think so. I wanted to e-mail this person back something like, "Really? 'Cause you sound awesome!" but then I would have proved them right about the bitchiness, so I respectfully stayed silent.

So I met with some potential roomies and thought I had found a place. It's in Lincoln Park at Diversey and Lincoln- nice and close to my friends, and super cheap at just $315 a month. I went over and met one of the roommates and just had to meet the other two and get the okay, which I was assured I would get. Well then I get a text today saying that the other two roommates (age 20 and 21) didn't want to live with me because I'm too old. Seriously? Twenty five is too old now?! I mean, I'd understand if I were a mature 25-year-old, say someone with any of the following: a job, a steady relationship, the urge to "settle down" or things of that nature. But I'm not. Blerg.
So now I'm back to square one. Still without a job, an apartment, a steady boyfriend, but at least I'm fun. Also, not a bitch. Honest.