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I just had a startling experience a few minutes ago. I’d just gotten home from class, walked into the kitchen, and the hair on the back of my neck rose. Someone had broken into my apartment! I wasn’t sure how I knew, because I couldn’t quite tell what was wrong, but I knew. And then it hit me: the dishes were done. “Someone broke into my apartment!” I thought. “And did my dishes! Wait…”
It took me probably thirty seconds to remember that Dana had mentioned she’d be stopping by the apartment to use my computer. I guess she got bored or something. :) Either way, it was really sweet. Almost too sweet, in fact, because I just ~know~ that I wouldn’t have thought of that. She’s sweeter than me.
Okay, so we’re going to play good news, bad news, and you’re going to provide some advice at the end. Digg?
Good news: I got a call this morning from someone who saw my “looking for a roommate” sign and was interested.
Bad news: The call came in at 7:30am, when I was still in bed (sleeping in). Then they called back at 4:30pm, when I was in a meeting.
Good news: Finally talked to the guy at 7:30 this evening. He recently broke up with his girlfriend and is looking for a new place to live. His voice reminded me of southern Iowa: his accent was worse than my dad’s family’s. :)
Bad news: He’s older than my dad. In fact, he’s 50 (a young 50, he insists), which I think makes him about the same age as my dad’s older brother.
Good news: We’re meeting Thursday for lunch to see if this would even be conceivable. He does sound like a young 50 on the phone. His eldest son is a few years younger than me.
Bad news: I’m not even sure I want a roommate anymore. I’ve lived alone for three months now, and I’m graduating in less than two. Assuming I get a decent job after graduation, I’d be able to afford (and would probably even prefer) a place of my own.
Also, he’s older than my dad. Older. Than. My. Dad.
Can you tell what I’m thinking my biggest hang up will be? Yeah, it’s not the accent (though even that would be weird). What do I have in common with a 50-year-old blue collar guy? It’d be like The Odd Couple on steroids (or Blue Collar TV). They say 50 is the new 40 and all, but you know what? I’m thinking I wouldn’t want to live with a 40-year-old either.
*sigh* I don’t know. I’m meeting him for lunch because I don’t want to judge a book by its publishing date. I have 50 year old friends in the Graduate College. I have 39 ½ year old friends in the English department. But I probably wouldn’t bunk with them.
Thoughts?
Responses to “I could use some advice.”
March 8th, 2006 at 12:09 am
1. You’re assuming a 50 year old would last in an apartment with a young punk like you.
2. He’s fifty and homeless becasuse he broke up with his girlfriend. As soon as he can he’s moving on to a new conquest (and home) and leaving you behind.
3. Give me his name and I’ll run a background check on him.
$. What do you call a +50 yeard old woman making you breakfast - Grandma!
March 8th, 2006 at 8:22 am
Know what I just realized? This guy’s name is Rick, and my dad’s older brother is also Rick. Now that’s spooky.
My current plan is, regardless of whether I think he’s cool or not, I’m going to mention the fact that there’s a totally vacant 1 bedroom apartment across the hall from me. Perhaps he’d prefer his own space as much as I would.
March 8th, 2006 at 8:34 am
He’s going to be rooming with the guy, not sleeping with him.
I say if you enjoy your apartment to yourself and are willing to pay (or make Justin pay) for it, then tell him you realized I like living by yourself.
If you’re not willing to to pay for it, then I say break out the metamucil and Rolling Stones CDs and get ready to rock out with a young 50 yr old.
March 8th, 2006 at 10:16 am
Honestly, this situation sounds like a pitch for a bad sitcom where every joke deals with the obvious awkwardness of the situation. It sounds like it would be painful. Of course, it’s your decision. :)
March 8th, 2006 at 6:28 pm
Oh yeah, by the way, if you decide to live with him, can I set up a video camera in your apartment and create my own reality show to sell to Fox?
March 9th, 2006 at 11:49 am
Not a good idea Rob…..talked to Uncle Don and Uncle Alan. They agree. Too much age difference, nothing in common and etc.
A lot of etc.
March 7th, 2006 at 10:15 pm
I’m with you on this one, which is interesting because I’ve always been held down by my age, and it drives me crazy. BUT…there is a line, and I think that 20’something rooming with a 50’something might step over that line. In related news, my dad (38) is dating someone who is 21 (my exact age), which grosses me out. He says I shouldn’t be grossed out because he doesn’t approve of my tatoos, which OBVIOUSLY makes sense, eh? Anyhow, my point is that jumping generations is harder than I thougt, I mean…suppose that you wake up and there’s a half naked 50 year old woman cooking breakfast in the kitchen *shudders*