i've never gone out interviewing for rooms, but have had some oddities looking to live with me.

the girl who turned up with a dalmation to see a room in a small house with tiny courtyard, when she knew i had a cat, and the guy who turned up the day after an obviously huge night out and had the speed comedown sweats and jitters...

then there was the guy who was interested in the hiuse, and then wasn't, and kept texting me. turned out he'd moved into the suburb a few months previous to me advertising and didn't know anyone around and wanted someone to hang out with. odd experience.

This thread is well on the way to being a winner....

I had a housemate who was moving out organise a new person to move in. The girl didn't end up moving in but my housemate did ask her out a bunch of times after that. The interview was on the same day we tried to make him drink a bottle of Vodka in a sitting. He got close but ended up with vomit sticking to his eyelashes so he couldn't open his eyes when he woke up.

Thanks, Lax.

Not quite as severe as having vomit-enforced eye-shuttage, but in the midst of one of my awkward-avoiding rants I mentioned that I didn't want to live with home-bodies. You know how sometimes if somebody is at home all the time then you don't feel like it's your place, rather that you're staying in someone else's house? Well it might not have been interpreted the right way, and I get the feeling they took it to mean that I hoped they were never home.

Never got a call back from them.

two dudes doing Coke in the lounge room
''You wanna sample?''
''What the fuck is that?''

ten mins later
''Youse are my best new friends!''
True story.

I saw a bunch of houses when I was looking for a room and no one wanted me and I still don't know why. I don't think I exhibited any weirdness. One girl clearly didn't like the fact that I had a b/f and asked me all these questions about where he lived, what he does and how often I hang out with him. That was weird.

in our early twenties, we visited by a woman in her early 30s, a librarian who came with a friend. She rubbed her eyes with chilli hands. It went nowhere. We accepted the two 16-year old runaways instead.

missing word: were

barbedwirestar, sometimes if you get someone with a partner, you end up almost having both of them live there. especially if the partner lives with their folks, or further out from the city, or whatever. it does make some sense to ask that stuff.

yes true de.foxus but asking where he works and other personal info? I noted that he lived near by and that I would stay at his place on the weekends only. She was also trying to find out if I would be home at all - she didn't want someone who was never around.

I understand why she would ask if I had a b/f (I live with someone who pretty much has a live-in g/f and its terribly annoying) but to stick on the topic for a while and ask personal info is a bit much.

Also, it obvious that she wasn't going to accept me because I had a b/f. A bit rough.

Discrimination!

That's what I thought.

I was interviewed in a hippy-ish group house, they made me dinner then I left without giving them my name or details or anything. I didn't bother going back in to tell them.

Another was a place in North Melbourne being interviewed for a room in a house I'd previously applied for. The two dudes had no memory of the people in the house at the time, they were so stoned as well.

This chick called ''Angel'' called up at eleven at night. Total fruit loop. I was desperate for a shag and was on the phone with her for three hours. I eventually met her, took a photo and everything. Didn't move in thankfully, there was no way I was going to let that mad girl into the house.

You need to stand outside the house and blast some Michael Franti tunes.

outerspacextrapnel said 48 minutes ago:

This chick called ''Angel'' called up at eleven at night. Total fruit loop.

Fruit Loop! LOL

You neglected to mention how you played cello to the fruit loop over the phone outie.

I eventually met her, took a photo and everything.

Everything?

I interviewed a guy who asked if I would be ok if he wandered around the house at night. It turned out he had insomnia from ''the war''.

I felt sorry for him and gave him a cuppa and timtams, but decided it would be better if I lived alone.

Oh man, after over 10 years of share housing I have so many –

When looking for a room -

*being asked by a bunch of arty painter and installation maker wannabe jerks in Collingwood “do you bring a creative vibe to the house?”. When I answered I played music I got an answer of “yes but we were thinking more culturally creative” . Bailed on that one quick smart, one of the moron women there looked like the type of twat who would paint with her own menses for “shock” value and do some kind of performance art where she was covered in meat.

*the sketchy share house of kiwis who only seemed interested in what appliances I owned.

*some weird single mother in Richmond that was sizing up how often I’d be about and if I’d be ok looking after the kid a few nights a week.

When interviewing people to move in –

*preppy girl from Hawthorn that bought her footy head boyfriend as “punishment for getting too drunk last night and driving home”. Then proceeded to tell us she wasn’t really interested in the room and was just working out market values for later in the year.

*dude who rang and when talking about the place said to me “oh, it says you have cats. I don’t really like cats, so we’d have to work something out.” We sure did pal, we sure did…

*yet another Kiwi looking to live as cheap as possible who asked about what rent applied to each and every room to make sure they weren’t getting scammed and had to be told a number of times that the cost DIDN’T include bills.

*the dude who insisted on wanting to bring a dining room table as it was absolutely essential he had a dining table, even though 2 couches in the living area was a squeeze.

*a hippy that I shouldn’t have even let through the door who made me turn on the TV then went down stairs to the room for rent to check it wouldn’t fuck with his meditation and asked if it would be possible to implement a “shoes off” policy in the house to minimize noise in his room.

*the girl who was 19 and emailed (ad was 25+) and said she was looking for the following – security entry, own bathroom (pref. en suite), large sunny room with built in wardrobe (walk in would be nice), off street secure parking and if possible did the complex have a pool and gym (it was a town house being advertised). Also, was the master bedroom taken and if so, would it be possible to swap?

I was once talking with a new housemate who was a little left of centre. He had just moved in and I was trying to figure him out. He was an old punk rocker.

After our conversation ran dry, an awkward silence followed.

He then came out with.....''Don't worry jack, I probably wont kill you''.

To which I replied.......''oh.....good.....ha..ha......Gulp''.

Just in case you were wondering, I managed to escape with my life. I think it was his way of breaking the ice. Instead I went to bunnings and purchased a huge lock for my bedroom door.

Dear nerderlinger, broken toe sook, housemate........divorce the bong motherfucker!

Some hippy dude from Australian Idol used to live in my apartment, and there were no mirrors in the whole place.... He did, however, take the time to paint a huge bright red feature wall with a 'window to outer-space' in the middle. I'm kinda used to it now.

I know most couples don't think they're like that (whatever 'that' is), and I have also had bad experiences with couples (including the couple we currently live with!) But we shared with 3 others in our last place (a 4brm terrace) and it worked really well. Bills were split amongst all (no bullshit about us paying less each because we shared one room), we had one kitchen cupboard like anyone else, and we often cooked loads so we were happy to share meals with our housemates. Plus we both work busy jobs and often have social activities/classes etc in the evenings so we didn't exactly dominate the place.

But I do understand the space issue - that place had 2 bathrooms. It's just hard for us as we like social households (particularly when one is home alone of an evening) and we don't want to have to furnish a place if we don't have to... but it's looking like we might have to. Or get separate rooms in two houses :(

I'm also a bit burnt after this experience to be honest. There's nothing worse than feeling like you can't/don't want to go home!

I've got a room on offer. I had two girls around at different times over the weekend to have a look. Both seem like viable prospects. When I was meeting with the second girl I found out she was friends with the other girl and that they have been looking for a place together as well as looking independently of each other. Somehow it seems lie a tricky situation.

So I've offered the room to the first girl of the two, they were both very nice, but the first one wins cos she's got a job and a dog as opposed to no dog and post grad studies. she's going to come around on the weekend and meet my other housemate & make arrangements to move in etc. When should I tell the other one she's missed out? Should I wait til the first one is 100% confirmed? Should I send her an email and say sorry now, bad luck etc or should I call her. I feel bad about calling, I hate passing on bad news

Oooh man. you have to lie. like totally lie. otherwise it's going to be o-so awkward. that's all i got. good luck.

why do i have to lie? lie about what?

Would the other friend say, hey I got that house we both looked at?

I interviewed a girl who after stating that she was a vegetarian, told me I would need to make space for her own fullsize fridge, microwave, cutlery, cooking utensils, crockery, pots and pans. She then also said she liked to cook with the oven and that I should have a good think about how I'm going to survive without the use of the oven.

Thanks but no thanks.

hah that's hilarious rankinfile. she sounds great

shazzat are you in melbourne? i know of a house looking for a couple... PM me?

what a nightmare rankinfile

my current flatmate is pretty cool apart from a few tiny things is her inability to have an internal monologue. Everything she sees on TV she has to comment on.
''Oh she has a nice dress''

''Oh I like her outfit''

The other night I was watching Good Game and when hot blondie came on she went ''Oh I like her hair. Do you think that nosering suits her? I don't think I could go blonde....'' and on it went. I now don't watch tv with her

Ghostface...she sounds like a bint. Internal monologues shared are the worst.

not the sharpest tool in the shed. but she's pretty cute

she is probably just trying to promote conversation. more than a few girls get a bit nervous at all that silence around gruff dudes. not that you're gruff. but maybe you are.

Ghost - does she like pepper her like conversation with like, ''like''?

though to contribute more to this thread, i once went for an interview at a house where the interviewer started out pretty normal then sunk into this strange anti-middle eastern rant. i then noticed that all the walls were covered with really dodgy art. apparently this guy had painted them, was really into it, and was keen to develop an ancient egyptian pastiche around the place. it was a pretty cheap house, though. probably should've said yes at the time even with all the crazy.

so......... my flatmate's family has decided to come over for the day. all the way from liverpool. this is like a day trip for them so there's the mother, the auntie, the other auntie and the nieces. all in my tiny little lounge. they're listening to some love ballads cd. also they don't have the ability to talk to each other because let's face it there's 6 females. so it's a shouting and 'see who can laugh the loudest' match. fml.

Christ, Enjoy that ghostface.

At my flat, when family comes, it's always a varied affair. Nice flatmate's parents are hilarious, and always good for the banter. My mum is never here because she lives 360 miles away, and twatmate's parents are just as fucking rude and obnoxious as their son, who blames all his problems on me to them, so that's a complete riot of funsies.

i've lived with too many people that steal money/things/freeload off you. one of these days i'm going to have a homicidal episode.

OH CHRIST NOW THEY'RE SINGING