To rent or buy?

Recently, I've been considering moving out of the house that I share with a male friend. He owns the house and sometimes it feels as though I'm the guest. So, I've been having a mooch at property websites. I can't afford to buy a house, and with my future in this country being questionable anyway, renting is the only option. But it's still so much hard work. You have to find one, like it, spend money on it and live with your choice. A big investment of your time. Just like men.

I've obviously bought one before, until the cracks started to appear and the whole thing subsided. Since then, I've been renting. I'm waiting for a good investment to come along. Something with character, a strong foundation, and let's not forget a big chimney!  

Since my last blog post, I've viewed three potential properties. Let's have a look through the key hole... 

What's in a name? That which we call a rose

By any other name would smell as sweet.

 

 

Juliet Capulet didn't have a clue what she was talking about. Not only did she kiss a guy after 14 lines spoken between them, although I've also done that, but she gave her life for him too. Idiot. Now, we all know  the story of Romeo and Juliet. It is their names that keep them apart. Well, that's with good reason.

 

I met a guy on Match who was absolutely perfect. Not only was he completing a PhD at a very good university, played numerous instruments, enjoyed seeing the world and reading a variety of literature, but he also played rugby too and was gorgeous.

 

This guy was pure marriage material. So, I'd tell friends about our lovely first date at a local quiz. Then they would ask me his name. As you know, I have code names for guys on my blog, so I'll keep it the same for this one. Let's just say, when I told people his name, they couldn't stop laughing. I couldn't get past it. It's over between us. But please don't judge me. He also made fatal errors on the date as well as date number 2. The name was just the straw that broke the camel's back.

 

Property number two was much more aesthetically pleasing! A girly night out with a colleague which started with cocktails and a gig ended with her bumping into someone she used to work with in France on her gap year. Very random as he lives 2 hours away.

 

As we went to the bathroom, she told me that he thought I was cute. Are you effing kidding me? He is drop dead gorgeous!

 

We made our way back. I started a conversation with him and we chatted. I asked if he wanted a drink and we made our way towards the bar in a very hectic pub. He grabbed my hand. Giggle. And we kissed as we got to the bar.

 

The remainder of the night consisted of us kissing constantly. I'm not complaining though. France Guy was a pretty darn good kisser. At one point, as we smooched on the dance floor, he leant me backwards. This was going to look just like the old black and white films. People would look at us and think that we were so glamorous and romantic. That didn't happen. He leant me so far back that we both fell over. It was in slow motion. He landed on top of me. Again, I'm not complaining. My friend nearly wet herself laughing at us and couldn't even help us up. Glamorous.

 

Now, let's have a look at property number 3. I've joined another dating site and he was on there. We hit it off straight away, and within 24 hours of initial contact, we had spoken on the phone and had Skyped with one another.

 

Funny, works with children, plays guitar, nice hair, has lived abroad...

 

Yep, he sounds like a good investment to me. Maybe I should try this one out.

 

Date number one consisted of going for a meal. It was odd meeting him as we had already Skyped for around 10 hours previously. I felt incredibly comfortable with him and we spoke to one another as though we had known each other for, well, 10 hours.

 

With me on my date (I never travel alone) was my ear infection. I had lost hearing in my right ear. Fun. So when he asked where I wanted to go afterwards, my reply was somewhere quiet. He suggested his house. I said yes. Now, I would never ever usually go back to a guy's house on the first date. I think it's trashy. However, I felt really comfortable with him.

 

Back at his we kissed and cuddled on his bed. We then did more things. But not the big thing. You know what I'm talking about - renovating the front porch. This wasn't because the painters and decorators were in though. We both have said that we would want to wait until we were 100% comfortable. I like that he's said this. He gets house points for that one.

 

We started off with three promising properties. Let's examine:

 

1) Name Guy just didn't feel right.

2) France Guy isn't in the right location.

3) Cuba Guy is promising for a good rent. Maybe even buying.

 

I've recently heard that men are like apartments. They're hard to find and when you find them then you're scared to sign the contract. I'm good at finding them, but now after a year of being homeless, am I ready for a contract? Could I be moving to Cuba?