Snow Jill and the Seven... Frat Guys?

"You need to be able to get your goose on, not care about our random sexual encounters or occasional blazing." The ad went on to say something to the effect of "If you live with us you will become a more AWESOME person."

I love being awesome and I thought the ad was HILARIOUS (coincidentally I love funny people), so I responded. Three days later I was driving to Buckhead to meet one of my potential roomies. When I get there the house is dark and dead quiet. Not the best sign, but I wait a few minutes and the guy shows up... with another guy.

So I follow them into the house to get a tour. Sitting on the couch is another guy. Ok, three guys. Plus the guy that I'd been talking back and forth with about the house. Four guys. Ok, I think to myself they seem really nice, they aren't douchey. The house isn't shee shee, its in the heart of Buckhead, walking distance to bars, the price was right, I'd be closer to work and have instant friends (because obviously they would want to be my friends- right? haha).

The longer I'm there the more I like it. This may or may not have to do with the glass of red wine they instantly put in my hand- but seriously it was really cool. One of the guys was even from Santa Barbara, which made me miss it a little less (I mean because we could laugh about the Shitty Kitty or Joes- not because he was an asshole). Anyways, so it's all going great and then the door opens and two more guys come in. Now we're up to five guys physically there, the one out of town on business and another one they mention that actually owns the house.

I cough. Come... uh come again? I mention the ad and how I thought it was funny- random sexual encounters, blazing yadda, yadda, yadda. One of them perks up, their luck hasn't been so good lately. Maybe I can be their wing woman they suggest. Pause. Yes, I could definitely help them meet girls... but what about me?

Now of course I don't want any random sexual encounters. But seriously, if I were the only girl living in basically what was a grown up frat house with two handfuls of guys is anyone EVER going to want to date me? NOOOOOO. My love life would be shot. I weigh the sides on my invisible scale instant friends vs. zero second dates.

Am I shallow because I decided against living in a frat house, because I want to go on dates. I think not. Def, def, definitely not.

xoxo Jildo

P.S. I am happy to announce that I will be moving in with a friend from work, the apartment is closer to my job and the price is better. Oh and I'll be living with two girls- so yah. Both friends and dates are now possible.