So we met our potential...

Since Monday evening C. and I have been charged with the task of interviewing potential replacement roommates. First there was Matthew, then Rob, then Geoff, followed by Jeff. I think there was also a Travis from Louisville last night. Also, there were a couple people that cancelled on us. All were nice people, polite people, but kind sedate all the while.

Last night we offered Geoff the place, but he decided to go with a single closer to campus (bad choice Geoff....incredibly bad choice!). So we were kind of at a loss this afternoon. And since C. was leaving for Ann Arbor this evening through the weekend, it appeared not much would happen in terms of solidifying the rather uncertain status of our search until she returned next week.

Then I checked my email for the 23rd time of the day. And there was Jonathan.

Jonathan got over here in less than 20 minutes after we called him. He happened to be visiting a house in our neighborhood and it was not any trouble to stop by. The first thing that I liked about him was that he accepted the glass of wine I offered him. The same offer had been made to all the other people - but none of them partook of my generosity. No one even wanted water. What's that say for trust??

Jon is also the first measurably gregarious candidate out of the whole bunch. He had me laughing with his stories about being a farm boy in Missouri. He owns a 1976 Bronco with a removable top. He went to culinary school, but now he's going into construction apprentice school starting in September. He plays topless volleyball in the park while drinking non-microbrew beer. And he has a three-legged dog.

Ah, he's so UN-Berkeley (okay, the dog is kind of Berkeley). We are tickled pink by the fresh approach to life Jonathan presents us. Tomorrow I have the job of calling Jon to welcome him to Bateman Street. Fingers crossed.