“You’re single?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said. “But hopefully not for too long.”
“That’s good,” he said. “Not that I mind, you know. But women smell too much.”
“Oh, I always thought men are more dirty.”
“Well, he said. “It all depends on your sense of smell.”
The apartment was large and sunny, solid wooden floors, a lift and large windows that I would soon grow to hate. In every respect a bargain.
“The only thing,” he said. “Is that you can’t use the stairs. They were too dangerous and we had to block them. So you have to take the lift and in case of a fire there is an emergency ladder that goes right to your bedroom window.”
“Five floors on a ladder?”
“Well,” he said. “You look pretty strong. I’m sure you can handle that.” Continue reading