Poptarts:

This [link] is my reporter guy.

I don't know what an AD is

Oh, screw that, vw. Your compunction is admirable, but living with someone is a big thing. If they get on your tits, your whole quality of life is wrecked. Sounds like this person is not the person for you - and there are plenty of housemates out there, and plenty of apartments. There's absolutely no need to put yourself in a bad position.

I once accepted a boy as a flatmate (and this really is a story where we see that Fay Is A Nasty Person) whom I thought seemed very young, but nice enough. I thought he was maybe 18, and a very young 18. It was only after he moved in and I realised he was 24 that I twigged that he had learning difficulties. Without going into details (and I will just come out of this as Stone Cold Bitch, because it did my head in) I found this tremendously difficult to deal with, and my other flatmate all but moved out, he annoyed her so much. I realise that this was fairly ghastly of us, but - I was working long hard days, and the flat had been a really nice environment with 3 girls who got on well, got each other's jokes and were on the same wavelength. And then this lad moved in and he just didn't get things. It meant that I always had to be consciously trying to be nice, and quite often not succeeding, because there was no real meeting of minds going on. And I'm not a patient woman at the best of times. All three of us had a really negative experience with this flatshare. Big time.

Your home should be your refuge from the world, not a place you dread returning to. You go with your instincts.

Oh vw, he's very cute!

Go Reporter Guy! Choose Reporter Guy!

...and, you know, if he wanted to take a holiday to another bit of the Middle East, you have a friend in Cairo who could lick him put him up on her sofa.

Oh vw, he's very cute!

Hee! He seems reallly nice too.

Interestingly enough, I really think I want another male roommate. I've liked all of the male candidates better. A couple of the girls just seem far too perky for my tastes. And if they seem too perky for *me*, they'll really be too perky for Emily :).

Plus, there's just something nice about having a guy around.

Fay, bwah! I'll maybe tell him that at our second interview.

If they get on your tits, your whole quality of life is wrecked.

And there was I thinking you liked that sort of thing.

Plus, there's just something nice about having a guy around.

Go guy, choose guy. Or monkey.

I have updated my profile again, having realised that it lacked the one crucial ingredient. See if you can guess what it was; "My Ideal Partner" now reads as follows:

Someone who cares about others, who believes intelligent conversation is a tautology and who treats their life as an ongoing journey linking the past and the future. A fondness for echidnas wouldn't hurt, unless you take it so far as to cuddle them. If you let me cook for you, I will treat you like a goddess ("Please accept these burnt offerings").

And there was I thinking you liked that sort of thing.

There's a minimum skill set requirement, billytea.

Go guy, choose guy. Or monkey.

Make sure the monkey can pay rent. Also, in the interview watch closely for feces-flinging.