In the past several days, two people have answered my ad for 'temporary house-sharing.' One came over and it looked like a sure thing--he would move in the next morning. He didn't show up. The second made, postponed, and failed to keep the new appointment to interview, and to see the room. I'm not good with disappointment, and yet, perhaps in a kind of twisted self-defense, I expect it. I make myself expect it. I try to avoid setting myself up for it. I try to be ready for it. Theme of my life,... Sign in to see full entry.