International Community

On the weekend I accomplished 19 tasks.  Yay me.  One of these tasks involved going through old cards and letters.  (I didn't throw any of them out, I merely found a better place.)  I found a post card that Michelle sent me in about 2003 when she lived in Japan.  She joked that I should go to Japan to visit (why didn't I?) and that there would surely be a lovely Japanese boy to adore me for the duration of my visit.

I used to have quite the reputation for loving the international boys.  Give me an accent and I was IN LOVE! 

Ah, so long ago.  Who knew that true love was in my origins?  In fact, my grandma was a teacher for Jason's aunts and uncles, way back in the day.

Enough about boys!  It seems I'm a magnet for the internationals once again.  This time, it is in my search for a roommate.  I have gone from "Gee, I like me space" to "Gee, I like money".

I have had 5 inquiries on my room to rent.  3 have been serious. 

#1:  Mr. Congo.  I was hesitant.  He was nice.  I accepted.  He found a cheaper place.  Fair enough.

#2:  Child from Afganistan.  He's not a child, just younger than me.  By a few years ;)  Nice kid and his references checked out.  In the end, he's not moving to the Queen City after all.  I still like him.

#3:  Ms.  Nigeria.  I'm totally crossing my fingers that when she asks a friend about my neighbourhood that she gets a good response.   I think it's possibly bad luck that I'm blogging about it.  May 1 is coming up!

Jason asked, with interest and curiousity, "What's up with you and the international community?*"  It's just the way I am!

* Those were not his exact words.  I don't recall his exact words.  They were probably more a propos than my words.

Edit:  Blogging is bad luck!  She backed out!  I have 7 days before I am screwed!