One guy showed up to view the place. He asked me how I feel about nudity because he was a "naturalist". I said I didn't mind if he kept it out of my face. During his visit this middle aged, chunky "naturalist" asked to use the restroom. (Wait for it) he returned from the bathroom wearing nothing but his black socks. I passed! The first one to actually take the room was a fiesty black women named Natalie. SHe seemed pretty cool so I agreed to have her move in. I asked her for some ID and she produced a social security card which named her Jerry. She explained she changed her name for her modeling career. I hadn't occured to me right away but I soon began to suspect something strange. I said to her three days in that when I saw her name was actually Jerry, and don't get insulted, I thought she might be a tranny. "Why Brian Honey, I AM" she exclaimed followed by a loud cackle. "You wanna see my $8000 tits?" she laughed as she ripped open her (his) shirt and proudly displayed two perfect breasts. I asked if she(he) still had a dick, she(he) told me he was saving up for that. I congratulated her(him) on winning the most interesting roommate ever award. It was fine till I begin to notice more and more frequent gentlemen callers coming all through the night. Turns out she had a little internet TV show she was producing in her room luring customers who had a taste for her special combo package. I had to refund her money and ask her to leave because I was having nightmares mixed with the night reality of the endless parade of men.
A few weeks later, I accepted a young photographer who just moved from Nashville and was ready to take NY by storm. He kept assuring me he had big offers all over town and paying would be no problem if I would let him move in and wait a week for his checks to come in. I agreed , but a month later he was still waiting for those checks.
I think I've just about had it with the roommate game, yet I can't afford my own apartment here in the city. Maybe it's time to move back to Pittsburgh.