People had warned me about this, but it was only after I’d done it that I realized how true it was. I’m moving in with my mom in Brooklyn.”“That sucks,” he said, then added: “It’s not me blasting music. He was always the kindest and most apologetic when I got angry. That afternoon we ran into each other again; he was in a suit headed to an interview. Two weeks later, my friend Diana and I were sitting at a nearby bar, drinking vodka sodas and looking at her Tinder app, when my 23-year-old neighbor popped up.“Swipe right! “Tell him you’re out with me.”She swiped, they matched, and she told him I was with her.As we neared our doors, I said, “I’m moving out, so you guys can blast your music all night long. I followed up with a text, proud to be out on a Saturday night. We messaged back and forth; he was on his way home.I wouldn't say it's an absolute, 100 percent, do-not-pass-go situation, but I would be wary of dating someone without a job.But NOT because I assume unemployed people are some kind of no-ambition losers or anything though, especially after a few years of a tough economy!
My transformation from puritanical noise warden to Mrs.
When I asked him if I seemed older, he said, “Not really.
Mostly because you aren’t working and you’re around all of the time.”I said: “When I graduated high school, you were 4.”One Sunday at 5 a.m., he got to experience the pleasure of being woken up in my bed by his roommates’ drunken rendition of “Oops! I Did It Again.”“This is really annoying,” he yelled, covering his head with my pillow.“It’s payback,” I said. But when I told my coupled-up girlfriends, they said I was living a fantasy.“At least you’re having fun,” a soon-to-be-divorced friend said. I didn’t even want to touch my husband at the end.”Even so, the chasm between my new friend and me was no more glaring than when he said, “Dating is fun.
Soon he was laughing, saying, “My roommates can’t stand you.
And I was always so confused why a 26-year-old was upset about our parties.