I finally scored a home in San Francisco. However, the “muffin” house I described the other day went to the couple who brought the muffins. I called the landlady earlier to check the status of my application and she reported the news. Apparently, she hadn’t had cunilingus for over 30 years and her drought was over by the end of the open house. She also mentioned that some rimming was involved.
While I didn’t go to these lengths to find a place, a rental company accepted my application for a 2-bedroom loft earlier today. They will also take Louie, and while it is nowhere near a dogpark nor does it not have a yard, it will have to suffice for now.
It is a really nice and loft, and not far from the AT&T ballpark and SOMA gay bars (e.g. EndUp, Powerhouse, etc.).
Now, I don’t have to spend the weekend baking muffins! Or worse…
