Jennifer Blowdryer

I’ve been interviewing people to find my next roommate, though as I’m middle aged “House Mate” or “Flat Mate” sounds more mature. This book putting down trendy people, Food Court Cherehonkees or something like that, is hysterical but it does have a category for those who have roommates after age 30. Well guess what, the economy’s changed, people. Plus after a slow start, I turned out to be a people person.

I could easily be a lick my wounds alone type, or a you and me against the world woman, but though I keep it up front that from 4 to 10% of everybody will tend to be a sociopath, that still leaves me with a healthy margin of 90% okay applicants. Yesterday I met: A bag designer, a news reporter, a tv producer, and 2 people who I was too self centered to ask what they did. I want to start a village for each person I met, that is how decent and varied they were.

I was supposed to meet a chef, but I was too tired. When I lived in SF and for the first years of my nyc time, 86 – 99, I had troubled flat mates. It was pretty bad. No doubt I, in fact, was their own version of pretty bad. Then I got a little bit smart. Beautiful schizy Nick Bahn, good eggs Kara McElhinney and Daniel Hernandez, my old friend Jane King, and now…..I have an idea.