Location: Gramercy Plaza, Apt 202<br/>Tag: Me, myself and I<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>Sitting cross legged on the floor and leaning back against her sofa, Jasmine clicked open the email marked “Your future roommate”. She was starting to regret putting her regular email address on the ad she had put together to look for a roommate. Or maybe she just should have chosen where she posted the ad with a little more care.<br/><br/>Though reading through this particular email, maybe this guy would be a real possibility. He sounded serious and was also a student at Uni. After reading through his facts and why he was looking for a place to live, she double clicked the attached “me.jpg” file, thinking maybe she would recognize him and was presented with a huge dick pic. Blushing and rolling her eyes, she closed the file and deleted the mail, muttering to herself that the guy really didn’t have much to be that proud of.<br/><br/>She was getting tired of looking for someone to share the expenses of having an apartment apart from the dorms. She knew when she first found the place that it was too expensive for her, but she fell in love with the place at first glance. The huge windows and open area floor plan. With two bedrooms she was sure it would be easy to attract a roommate to share the costs...and it was easy to find a plethora of people willing to more in, it was much harder to convince herself she could trust said people.<br/><br/>Something was going to have to give soon though. She couldn’t afford the rent alone for much longer. She had two names on her list of possibles so far. An older woman who seemed extremely professional and organized. The woman had been polite and answered every question Jaz had asked perfectly, but the woman hadn’t smiled one single time. The prospect of sharing space with someone that dull and serious was a little daunting. Being quiet and boring herself, she had hoped for someone a little more colorful, or at least someone who had the ability to express more emotion than a teaspoon.<br/><br/>Her second candidate was an older man that worked close to Gramercy Plaza, and was looking for somewhere with a shorter transit every day. She had spoken with him over the phone and he seemed perfect, but there was something about him that had made her a little uneasy. When she had asked for references the man had protested, but she refused to be bullied into a decision. He had finally sent her a name and number in a text, and when Jasmine called the number and talked to the woman referred to, she was given a positive account...but the lady on the other end of the line seemed nervous and off. She hadn’t returned any of the man’s inquiries since. She trusted the uneasy feeling in her gut, and scratched him completely from her list of “maybe’s”.<br/><br/>That left the boring one, she thought to herself with a sigh. Well she would give it another week, if she didn’t find any new contenders, than she would just have to see if she could get a teaspoon to smile.<br/><br/>Shutting her laptop and leaning back, her brown hair fanning out under her head and draping over the pink fabric, she messages her temples with the tips of her fingers. Her phone was docked and music played quietly, the soothing happy sounds of electric swing. Her current obsession in music genre. Her feet jiggled in time with the tune, taking her mind off her worries for the moment. It wouldn’t be long before she needed to get back to work. She had a paper due and she had to prepare for the class she was aiding in. The money sucked, but it helped. She still needed to find a part time job. Preferably something that would let her get a little studying done from time to time.<br/>Letting out a frustrated groan, Jasmine crawled to her feet and headed for the bathroom, lifting the curtain of ash brown hair and tying it into a loose knot she decided a hot soak in the tub would help her figure things out.<br/><br/>Turning up the volume on her phone on the way to the bathroom, she sang and danced awkwardly to her favorite song while running the water. She’d figure everything out later.