Maybe I could have dealt with the med students, but something told me their neurotic habits would do little for my mental health. I wanted to live in that house. I wanted to live with the girls in Hidden Hills.
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The house was gorgeous. Not too far from my new teaching gig. How could I not send them an email?
For a month I had been searching for the perfect place and something about this house felt so right.
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In two weeks time, I would pack up all my stuff here in Houston and start my new position, my new life, in Los Angeles. My mom worried about me moving to a strange city with no friends or family nearby, but she had faith in me. Yeah, I was a little shy, but I knew how to make friends and keep them. She had nothing to worry about. This was the right move and everything would be just fine. If I could only settle on a place to live.
I had two requirements. No psychos and my roommates had to be cool or at least not question my sexuality. I was openly bisexual, for a lack of a better term. My parents knew. Mom and my step-dad, Richard were cool with it. Mom had some wilds stories about what she was like at my age and I wouldn't doubt for a moment if she'd given females a try once or twice. My dad, Matthew, was fine with the fact that I played for both teams, but I think he was more confused about what that all meant. Either way I wanted to have roommates that wouldn't be weirded out if I brought a girl home at any point.
I had replied to several posts online, but there was one in particular that had me anxious for an answer. The post on CraigsList was short and simple. Three girls around my age looking for another roommate for their four bedroom craftsman near Hancock Park, a gorgeous neighborhood placed a perfect distance between Downtown Los Angeles and Beverly Hills. All three were non-smokers, social drinkers. They didn't have any pets, but they were open to cats and friendly dogs. I had neither, just a collection of books and kitchen gadgets.
One of the roommates had included pictures of the exterior of the house, one of the kitchen, the living room and the available bedroom and bathroom. I would be sharing a bathroom, but I didn't care. The house was perfect. I just hoped that the girls were all normal, or at least if they weren't, I hoped they were busy enough that we wouldn't get in each others way.
