A Reduced Rent Situation
$1 Swimmer/Surfer/H2O Polo Player/Gymnast/Lifeguard……U Need A Room? (South Bay)
Looking for a guy who is a Swimmer….Surfer….Crew….Rugby…..Lacrosse….Gymnast…Lifeguard…H20 polo player…UNDER 30 with a great body and great defintion and just needs to make a housing change… we should talk. Tell me your situation and a little something about yourself and why and when you want to move. If you don’t send a pic in the first email you will get NO RESPONSE!!!
Got a nice place with a nice room that needs a really well-built young guy (18-30) that doesn’t want to pay a lot in rent but doesn’t mind showing off his other assets. This is a reduced rent situation…send your face and body pic or dont reply!
I needed a room, I needed it cheap, and I needed it pronto. The tech boom in the Bay Area was driving up the real estate market, first in San Francisco, and then across the bay. People who work in tech can afford $1400/mo without too much trouble, I’m told. I’m told this by the housing market. The problem: I work in temp, not in tech. Sometimes I say it fast at parties and people assume I’m saying the other one, but I’m not. Sounds similar, pays different.
I had three days. I had paid first and last, and had skated through September on just a few hundred dollars. It was a pretty productive month: I had finished The Wire and was nearly caught up on Breaking Bad. I had almost finished the wind chime of soda can logos for Marty – I just had to re-balance it and then borrow a hot glue gun. I’d even already found the hot glue sticks. I had re-read The Sword of Shannara and was about to start re-reading The Elfstones of Shannara, which put me well ahead of schedule. My bike tire was still flat, but I hadn’t had much trouble getting around because I was borrowing Marty’s rollerblades so I didn’t have to waste time with the bus. I was going to give him his rollerblades back as soon as I found the glue gun, finished the wind chime, and was ready to present him with his personalized gift as thanks for his generosity. I had $247 in my bank account, and a check in the mail for about half that. Not to mention the phat 300 dollar security deposit I had on the way. Even with all this, I was having trouble finding something in the North Oakland/Temescal area. I had seen that YouTube video of those amazing breakdancers dancing across the street in the rain at 98th and Macarthur, but I didn’t actually know where that was in Oakland. It’s a great video, but I hadn’t considered living out there until the housing market widened the scope of my search. I didn’t know where Benicia was, but I had started looking there, too. I’d also generated some hot leads in El Cerrito, though they hadn’t been willing to open negotiations. El Cerrito means “The Little Hill” in Spanish. I’ll bet you never actually thought of that fact, even if you know Spanish.