We interviewed a guy for the position of new roommate tonight (and no, I did not ask him about his menstrual cycle). He seemed very nice. And he has a subscription to Netflix, is a computer whiz who could probably fix my moribund IMac, has contacts in the film industry, and knows how to spackle. I hope he moves in. As roommate #2 said after the interview, "I think we've found ourselves the perfect houseboy."

Of course he could still turn out to be a crack-addicted serial killer who never takes out the trash. But I'm going to give him the benefit of the doubt.