The following tale is based on actual events which occurred a number of years ago…
I took a quick trip to Radford one sunny afternoon to take a look at a couple of potential apartments. Well, they weren’t potential apartments. They were both apartments. But one of them could have potentially been my place of residence. See, at the time, I was living in Roanoke and working in the deepest recesses of Floyd County. The commute was not awesome. My thinking was that Radford, while not exactly next door to my workplace, would make for a shorter commute.
I had decided early in that week that spending three hours in my car each day was just too much. While I generally don’t mind spending time behind the wheel, the gas money was starting to kill me. It completely negated the advantage of making more money with my new job if I was spending it all on filling up my car every other day. So I hit the Craigslist. I figured that seeking a place to live on Craigslist had worked out well enough when I moved to Roanoke, why shouldn’t it work again?
I was faced with two choices: one was an apartment above some stores on Main Street. The other was an apartment above some stores on Main Street. They were almost directly across the street from each other. That made finding these places a bit easier when I got to Radford.
At the first apartment, I met the former tenant, who had recently moved out because she broke up with the guy that would be my potential roommate. The apartment was clean and had a nice layout. And, apparently, the roommate was hardly ever there.
At the second apartment, I met a potential roommate, as well as one who had recently moved out. Both of whom were students at Radford University. Oh… small detail… these potential roommates were women.
When I first responded to this ad on Craigslist, I got a text message from a girl who had recently moved out (not the one I met at the apartment). She asked if I would be okay living with two female roommates. I figured, “I’m okay with it if they are.” So I set up a time to drop by and take the tour.
After seeing both apartments, I was left with a choice. Like many things in life, there were pros and cons to both options. On the one hand, I could live with a guy that’s hardly ever there. On the other hand, I could live with chicks, man.
On the one hand, I could have a pretty large bedroom, complete with a pretty large closet. On the other hand, I could live with chicks, man.
I could pay $320 plus utilities in that first apartment. Or I could pay $275 plus utilities in the other. Oh, and live with chicks, man.
When it comes down to it, the real weight on the decision came with the cheaper rent. Plus, I’d never lived with women before. Well, not since I moved out of my mom’s place so many years ago. And really, that didn’t count. So living with two women could have made life very interesting for a while.
And I decided to change the ringtone on my phone to the Three’s Company theme song. But, as it would turn out, it would have been pointless to change that ringtone.