My girlfriends and I rent a house together so we don’t have to live in an apartment. Apartment living is a pain. The walls are paper thin and everyone is nosy. I hate dealing with parking and shared amenities. When my friends and I realized that we could afford to rent a four bedroom house, we ditched the apartment scene for good. We found a great four bedroom house in a nice neighborhood. It’s close to the park, dining, shops, and the market. We have been living in the house for the past eight months and recently we had to pay for our first repair. We are responsible for making all of the repairs in our home as long as they don’t exceed $300. We had some problems with the air conditioner, so I called an AC repair company. Yesterday, a young man from the AC repair company came to the apartment to make the repair. The AC repair tech was really cute and funny. He spent a lot of time making funny jokes. He had a great smile and nice teeth. I was totally enamored with the guy and I didn’t want him to leave before I got his phone number. As soon as he was done repairing the AC, I got the nerve to talk to him. I knew it wasn’t proper to ask the AC repair tech for his phone number, but I didn’t want him to get away. The guy smiled and wrote his number down on a small piece of paper. He told me to call soon.