Elimi-roomate

Today I was in a situation which would have made for a great new reality Tv show. Acting upon a last minute decision to find an apartment in Seattle (I know, its rare for me to actually act on a decision!), I replied to a craigslist post about a room available in a four bedroom house near my campus.

One email reply and phone call later, I found myself crossing the street from campus to Starbucks- where all fine social transactions, such as the trading and selling of living spaces, take place.

This is where I was to meet Rachel and unknown possible future roomate #2. I walk to the only table with a girl in a yellow shirt, as per my over the phone instructions. There is already a group of girls at the table. It turns out that several people replied to Rachel's post for a room.

I sat down, introduced myself and we all began to talk. We talked about weather, school, boys in Spain, the cinema classic-- Snakes On A Plane, bat festivals in Texas, and the amazingly horrid available housing stock on Capitol Hill. There was one thing we did not talk about.... there were more future roomates than rooms.

I guess if it really was a Tv show (Elimi-date comes to mind), we would all have played stronger offense by showing more cleavage, hissing out one another's flaws, and bitch slapping each other. But not all who showed up seemed that interested. I'll find out tomorrow who ends up in the hottub with the stud for the end of the episode....