bachelordom

One of my favorite exchanges from this weekend:

Paul: (looking around my apartment for the first time) … dude, how do you expect to get laid in this place?
Me: Well … I guess I don’t, really..
Paul: … … that was a rhetorical question.

One of the first things I did after The Breakup was to reclaim the apartment as my own by at least re-arranging and purging it of various things (it was that or move, and moving is the devil). One thing that became abundantly clear this weekend is that I desperately need to reconfigure it as more of a bachelor pad. Well, more generally, just as a place at which I can actually entertain. Turns out tapwater and beefjerky are not the most alluring refreshments to offer guests at your apartment. Who knew?


Comments

Heh. I had much the same problem when lyricagent and I stopped keeping house together; I’m still in the process of rearranging / redecorating / rewhatnot.

Yeah, but you’ve got great coffee. (Non-expired creamer would add to your allure, though.) hee! ;)

mmmm…tap water…. Just say no to beef jerky dude. Seriously.

It’s home-made!!

Beer, Free as InJune 25, 2007 at 15:59 · reply

Dude. You have women giving you friendly advice, under a post talking about ‘how … to get laid’.

Listen up!

lcreekmoJune 25, 2007 at 16:59 · reply

This is a very funny post. I will say, I suspect a certain type of woman is attracted to a man with spartan living quarters, but I believe they’re also the kind who think, I could really make a mark around here.

So you might want to inject a bit more personality into things. And perhaps buy some fresh fruit. You’ll get scurvy if all you’re eating is beef jerky.

mmmm…scurvy…

Yah, may need to lay off the beef jerky. Even if it is ‘homemade’.

LindseyJune 25, 2007 at 22:23 · reply

I don’t know if you’ve got anything living around your place (plantwise, not necessarily petwise), but if not, I’d get something growing quick. I went over to a dude’s house and saw that the only green thing anywhere (including in the yard) was a plastic ficus tree in the living room, and it instantly creeped me out a little.

I’ll help you with your place… its bad when Paul calls you out.

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