That can’t be.
Trevor:
No, seriously. That’s... nice. And I appreciate you doing so. I guess my answer is someone who is respectful and responsible.
Austyn:
You didn’t say clean.
Trevor:
I’m a guy. I can’t guarantee there won’t be a hot mess in the kitchen sink.
Austyn:
Fair enough. What do you do? I work afternoons, nights.
Trevor:
I work from home—marketing for a hearing aid company.
Austyn:
No way.
Trevor:
???
Austyn:
My mama’s an audiologist.
Trevor:
That’s ironic. My job’s okay, but it’s pretty routine. The third bedroom is my home office.
Much more comfortable chatting with this stranger, I message him.
Austyn:
I grew up in a house where Mama didn’t care if my room was a mess, but any area she shared with me was expected to be presentable.
Trevor:
I’m the same way. My last roommate used to pee in the shower.
Austyn:
Eww. Gross.
Trevor:
Tell me about it. Especially because he wasn’t showering at the time.
I send a vomiting emoji face before I get a laughing one in return. I decide to go for broke.
Austyn: