Wednesday, June 01, 2016

Coupled

After enjoying my home alonness for a while, I got an email from Air BnB, someone was looking to crash at my place for two weeks. We emailed back and forth for a while. The guy was asking all kinds of random questions that made him seem not serious. He even rescheduled. I wasn't taking him seriously. Also, he was too handsome. Like, woah! Type handsome! He had these royal blue suits that are trending nowadays and brown shoes in his profile picture. So, not only is he handsome, he also has style. He sent me his Instagram handle and told me I could look him up if I wanted. I didn't know what to think about that because, from my Craig's list experience, when people want to exchange pictures, they want more than a roommate. But, this wasn't Craig's list; I had my profile picture up on AirBnB. I didn't look the guy up on Instagram.

Eventually, he booked, before I could even confirm, he sent me an email telling me that he's booked... I should confirm. My gosh! Tiger! Hold on! I confirmed and it was a deal! I hadn't had someone at my house since Brian. I hoped and prayed that this guy was going to be neater than Brian and just like Brian, never be at home. I was working the day the guy was going to check in. I got home around 7pm, he finished work at 7pm in Century City, which is 10 minutes from my place. I was happy for him to have found a decent place so close to home. The guy went shopping first, then he called and told me he found parking and was getting out of the car. I went out  front to meet him. DDDDaaaaayyyyyuuuummmm! The guy was hot! He was tall, he had a nice body, was dressed cute, nice smile! I was like, look at you! So handsome! You will do very well in this town! He was like, 'Thanks. You think so?' I said, I guarantee you! 

He is British, was basically fresh off the boat. He moved to my place from his family in Santa Barbara, where he had stayed for two weeks. That's how long he had lived in The Us before I met him. I showed him around and told him the house rules, which are pretty much, no shoes and clean up after yourself. The second one shouldn't even be a rule because, if you're an adult, you should do that. We talked fro a split second and I let him do his thing. He had a laptop, so he watched Netflix most of the time after work. I have fast wi-fi, people love fast wifi. I think no matter how crappy your place is, you can get away with it if you have internet and it's fast. I wouldn't know, I don't have a crappy house, haha.

The guy would leave around 7am for work, he cooked up a storm before and after work though. Like, full, I guess, English breakfast, pun intended and Full dinner. He was smart, he used to pack a lunch from his dinner.  When he arrived, he brought some stuff with him that he offered me to share but I couldn't because I didn't want us to share groceries. It complicates things. He brought coconut oil, awesome! I love it, but I don't cook with it, I take a table spoon morning and night for its many health benefits, just like I do Apple Cider vinegar and honey. He had cashews and organic eggs. I had some nuts because I didn't want to be rude but that's it. He used to cook well too! I was like, who raised him? 

Nice personality, and who doesn't love a British accent? 

I wanted to set him up. One day, I was at a court show, Judge Judy or Hot Bench; I saw a South African friend. I was like, OMG, you need to meed my guest. She was like, 'Oh no, he probably needs to get married fast for a green card! He doesn't have his own place, I don't want someone who is going to depend on me. He just got here, he probably is broke, still looking for a job.' I was like, gurrll! Tone it down! Shouldn't you first find out a little about him? Why do you think I would hook you up with a bum? Do you know how much people to pay at my place? If he can afford that, he ain't broke, trust me! He already has a job, was born here and his family quickly moved to the UK, so he has dual citizenship. He is fresh off the boat, is still figuring out where he will want to live permanently before he signs a one year lease. You should have asked first, before you jumped to conclusions. I see now why you're still single! She was like, 'I know! I'm bad! I'm sorry, how can I meet him?' I told her not to worry about that! That guy is very nice and positive, I wasn't going to set him up with a Debbie Downer like her. She begged but it was too late, she had already shown her true colors. I love the said girl, she's very sweet and friendly. 

My guy paid for the two weeks in advanced, so I was swimming in money. Yass! 

I went away for the weekend as I always do and the guy spent his weekend with his family in Santa Barbara, so there was nobody at home. I could have found someone to airbnb the entire house for the weekend haha. Just kidding. I would never rent out my room, no matter how long I am gone for. And I'm gone a lot! Especially weekends. 

I told my sister I think I need to be the guy's manager and get him gigs in Hollywood. In fact, I told her, I think he needs to be the next bachelor. I came home one evening from work and the guy was on the computer. He told me that he was scouted on Facebook by producers of a new dating show that is going to film in an island. The show is going to be Executive produced by Mark Burnett. I couldn't believe it! I told him that I was just telling my sister that I thought he should be the next bachelor. I told him to weigh his options before he dove into something because if he plans to have a career in Hollywood, he might get typecast.  I was like, also, please don't be an ass on TV. Don't be that guy! You've got a lot going for you, just be yourself, people will love you! 

The show has just started airing. I don't know if he made it but I'm watching. It's called Coupled. Every time a new guy gets lands in the island, I wonder if it's the guy! I think he made it. Why wouldn't he? Unless he decided not to do it, which I doubt. He seemed quite keen. 

In the mornings when the guy was getting ready for work, the house would first smell like food, cos he be making breakfast, watching sports on his laptop. He's a former professional rugby player. Then, the entire house would smell like his cologne. Can you say metrosexual? I loved it! 

Second week, he sent me a text that he was going to be home late. He was going on a date. Huh? Look at you! Already? Have fun! He didn't need to explain his whereabouts to me but I guess he was that kind of guy. I later asked about the date. He told me it was a lady from work. I guess she wanted to grab him for herself before others got to him. I didn't think it was a great idea, office romance, is sticky. Plus the guy just got to the country, he needed freedom to date around and stuff. Hard to do that when one of your people is in the office. Just my opinion.

Before I knew it, it had been two weeks and the guy moved out. Poof! It was all over! He forgot some of his things, like towels and stuff. I texted asking about them and he never replied. Oh well. He did leave me a positive review on AirBnB. Unfortunately, I didn't leave him a review at all. I was caught up with other things. Before I knew it, my time was up. I could no longer leave it. I'm sure he'll be fine without it. I just feel bad that I didn't get to do it for him.