So, I'm moving in with a man who is not my own. No, I'm not having a torrid affair, but my lease is up at the end of this month, and since I'm not ready for the big move just yet, I needed to find a place. This means I'll be giving up my ridiculous view, but it's only temporary, and since I won't be there for the long term, I had to find a roommate who would be cool with replacing me once I'm gone.

Luckily, I was able to find someone who needs a place and isn't in a panic about my leaving when I'm ready to. I'm going to look at it like training wheels to ready myself for living with a man again. Granted, this man will not be leaving his socks on my bedroom floor, or sharing my bathroom (thank goodness), but will be occupying the rest of the place with all of the accompanying maleness that entails.

Coincidentally, my new roomy has almost nothing to move in, since he's been living like a nomad over the last couple of years. It'll be just like when my man and I move in together and he's forced to leave the bachelor pad furniture where it belongs...anywhere but the new apartment! Sweet deal, methinks.

I've had male roommates before, as some of you may remember. It didn't go over so well. In fact, it was a complete nightmare, so keep your fingers crossed that this time it will lack the suck factor that was living with the 2 drunken, middle aged, poorly socially adjusted men I've lived with in the past. And those weren't even the boyfriend nightmares!