As it turns out, my roommates were big smokers and the neighborhood wasn't for me.Living with a couple also made me feel like a perpetual third wheel; I wanted a place that feels like home.This was probably the IRL of an inbox overflowing with eager responses for their ads.
After dozens of unanswered inquiries and multiple viewings canceled at the last minute, I decided to try my luck at one of these events. K.'s largest flat sharing site and a less sketchy version of Craigslist.
I'll probably save my friendly banter for an actual speed dating event next time around.
But, if chemistry is the thing that matters to you the most, why not put yourself out there for a night?
Since responding to digital ads has been so fruitless, meeting people that I may potentially live with IRL — and going on the charm offensive when the right apartment and roommate comes along — has better odds, right?
I arrived at the bar — a chain location in Angel, a highly desirable part of London and the neighborhood of my dreams — and was asked to fill out a label upon check-in.
I was seeking "The One" — a chill, non-smoking roommate suitable for cohabitation and watching sitcoms over a shared bottle of wine.