I treat my apartment search like I treat a man

If my search for an apartment is a reflection of my dating life and/or it's future than I am screwed. I am destined to a lifetime of consessions and dissapointment.

I have seen over 115 apartments thus far. None of which are quite, well...me!!! I have always had apartment trouble. I never liked any apartment that I lived in. Wait, I LOVED LOVED LOVED practically everything about my apartment in Long Island City, it was my roommate who was awful.  I learned to love my apartment in Fulham Broadway in London. But those are the only 2 apartments that I loved. One instantly and the other retrospectively.

But back to my point:

I found a gem in the East Village. A GEM!!!!! 4th floor walk up of this amazingly refurbished 780 sq ft 1 bedroom apartment, with an ABUNDANCE of natural light and closet space (my shoes and dresses would be in heaven), brand new appliances inc. a dishwasher, incredibily spacious bathroom....OMG...IT WAS AMAZING!!!! Down the block from the subway, and next to a car garage. EVERYTHING I WANTED/NEEDED was here. Very well priced i.e. in my price range, which is not the highest for East Village standards.

I finally found it!! Mind you, we're talking about the East Village here, all this shit is very rare at my price range. But, there's always a but, I listened to my mother as a good daughter should. I didn't take it. Only later did I realize my mother's inability to walk up all the steps drunk does not mean that I can't. She also didn't like the fact that only one person can fit into the hall way at once. Wouldn't that be a good thing? This would mean the possibility of me getting followed home and raped would be dismal. Perhaps robbed, but certainly not raped.

I should have gotten that darn apartment. I could have stolen a shit load of sand from one of the water taxi bar's, brought it to my living room, and made a beach vollyball court, in the apartment and still have room for an entertainment area. 

Excuse me while I go ahead and stick my eye a lead filled pencil whilst inhaling aspestos from a gas mask.

Now it's gone!!!!!!!!!!

Will I ever find an apartment?

I realize only now that I do the same with Men. I do not off the bat trust any of them, and if their not perfect in my eyes from the beginning, they never will be. No matter what. I don't think that this is necessarily a bad thing. I have only had 2 boyfriends. 

I need to learn to be more open. Don't get me wrong, my definition of perfection isn't what most people think perfect is, I am FAR more laid back than that. Is it so hard to ask for a man that is good looking, driven, caring, thoughtful, loves adventure, open minded, intelligent, blah blah. Arn't these qualities we should all look for in people in general? Who the hell would want to settle for an ugly asshole who's going no where fast in life????? Seriously, there is nothing wrong with not wanting to settle for anything less than one's personal perfection.

Does the same go for my feelings on choosing an apartment? I wonder...