The Real Deal Ideal Roommate

I think I am more leaning toward excited than freaked about my upcoming DC move these days because I finally nailed down at least one of about a million details I have to work out but that's one more detail than I had figured out last week. Which one, you ask? The roommate sitch. No, I don't have a place to live . . . in due time my loves, but at least I know I won't have to pay that ricockulous sky-high DC rent all on my own. Because Rob Hart is going to split it with me. No, he is not the real-life Rob Hart that the movie The Wedding Singer is based on. Yes, he is some random, possibly dangerous guy I met on the internet. Doesn't that make him sound like a pedophile right off the bat? But I really don't think he is. He's 23 (almost 24 - his birthdya is 10 days after mine) and currently works at a law firm in Pittsburgh. He's moving to DC to begin law school at Catholic University in the fall. For those of you familiar with my views of organized religion, don't fret - he's not particularly religious, he just likes the law and public policy program they have there. He and I have plenty in common. We both love politics and music. We read The Economist and pray for the day when Jeb Bartlett will be president. I think we would both settle for Martin Sheen though. We are both incredibly psyched to watch the division leader Nationals play some quality ball at RFK since we are both accustomed to cheering for teams that generally have losing records. We don't like fish. We don't really cook although we are considering dabbling in George Foreman grilling. But most importantly, both of us have been listening to the new Coldplay albun, X&Y, nonstop since it came out last week. I just don't think I could live with someone who didn't like Coldplay. They don't have to foam at the mouth at the sound of the first chords of "Yellow" like I do, but you have to at least acknowledge their musical excellence. And Rob does. Glad we got that out of the way.

Now we just have to figure out where to live. We have it narrowed down to somewhere close to a metro. Cool? I have been doing a lot of looking around online and it seems impossible to find a place for less than $1500. I mean, at least, a place where I won't necessarily have to carry mace and brass knuckles during the day. We will figure out the details when we get there. And fortunately I will have Sarah there with me to help determine whether or not he is a serial rapist.

I feel pretty confident that he's not. :)