It started in London and has now branched out to NYC. The gist is similar: you meet a bunch of people very briefly and try to find the best person to share a tiny apartment with.
It’s actually kind of brilliant. Choosing a roommate is pretty loaded stuff, and everyone wants different things. Maybe you want a potential best friend who you can watch SVU with on hungover Sundays. (This was my exact living situation when I had a roomie. A bestie, an apartment, Munch and lots of take-out. Heaven.) Or maybe you want someone you won’t have to socialize with but will pay her half of the rent on time and isn’t a slob. Or perhaps you want someone in between — you can watch TV together every now and then, but you don’t feel obligated to go out together that much. Here’s what you definitely don’t want: a creepy stalker-esque fella like Chandler’s one-time roomie, Eddie.
I have to say, I loved living with my best friends. In college 8 of us shared a house, and it was totally silly and fabulous. After college, I lived in an East Village six-floor walkup that, at different times, had bed bugs, rats, and mites. And I loved it. That sounds insane when I read it back, but I think it was all part of the city living experience, and it was certainly only made tolerable by having one of my closest friends there with me.
In fact, my next door neighbors are currently trying to sell their place and I’ve spent the last week harassing many of my new pals to buy it. We could run to each other’s apartments in our PJs for the Oscars or have cereal for dinner or have a Call Me Maybe dance party (these are things I actually do). It would, most definitely, be the best thing ever and I don’t understand why not one friend has bitten. I mean, does that not sound dreamy or what?
Anyway, if you’re in NYC and you’re looking for a roommate, there is a speed-roommating event next week. Try it out and report back, por favor.
When you’ve lived with a roommate, do you like it to be a good friend? Or just a reliable cohabiter?