My friend Lanie told me she knew of someone that had just ended a relationship and was looking for a new place to hang her hat. I was wary of people "post-relationship." Would this girl cry in her room all night? Would this girl go out and celebrate her new single status every night? Or would this girl become a voodoo priestess and burn her ex-lover's pictures in the bathroom sink? It can be a hard emotional rollercoaster and I wasn't sure if I was up for the steep hills and the 360 degree loop-de-loops over coffee in the morning.
But sage Lanie convinced me that the S.W.F. was great. I asked her if she meant "straight white female" or "single white female." She confirmed it was "Single Woman Fantastic."
And she liked girls.
Waiting for the arrival of the SWF, I sat at my kitchen table and sipped a peppermint tea. I wanted a new love, a new job, and a new roommate. Maybe I was working backwards but I didn't care. I looked at my watch and realized the SWF was late. Only five minutes but late nonetheless.
I took another sip of peppermint tea when the doorbell rang. I walked into the living room, gave it a quick once over, and the looked through the door peep hole. There she was-- a blue beret blocking her face. I opened the door and she bounced inside, smiling, her brown hair poking through the cap and falling to her soft shoulders. She was-- in a word-- adorable. Soft feminine face, large blue eyes, and a sleek body hidden behind jeans and tennis shoes.
She looked like something out of the television show FRIENDS. Oh god! My new roommate is a Courtney Cox clone! Yes, she was that cute.
SWF sat down across from me in the kitchen, smiling-- completely at ease.
"Would you like some tea?"
"Yum. That'd be great."
"What kind would you like?" I opened the freezer where I kept the tea.
"Whatever you're having." She smiled again. "I do that too. Keep my teas in the freezer. It keeps them fresh. My friends think I'm crazy but..."
Oh, my God. She's perfect. Weird like me!
We started talking. And laughing. This girl had a terrific sense of humor and was "together." She went to college in Boston, has been working with a local advertising firm for 4 years, spiritual but not overly religious, likes to go country western dancing, and just ended a 5 year relationship.
Roommate shoommate. Is this chick girlfriend potential? STOP IT! The last thing you need to do is mess this up. I needed a roommate-- not a libido workout.
After her guided tour of the place, the SWF proceeded to give me her resume and references.
She said she had seen a lot of place and this was the first place she could call home.
I told her I needed some time to think about it. She agreed and suggested we go have dinner-- to get to know each other better-- to see if it would really work.
I paused-- realized I had no plans that evening-- and nodded in agreement.
"You like fish?" she asked. "There's this great new fish place on Melrose."
Fish? My favorite. 
Whoa. I think this SWF could really work out.
Unless she plays bass for a rock band and needs to practice?
Suddenly, for some reason, I didn't care.
I was simply looking forward to dinner.
