I never thought of myself as a panty sniffer. It never really was something that I was interested in, but then again as someone who never really lived with a girl, I guess I didn’t have a chance. But changed big time upon my arrival in New York, when I met my roommate.
I had just gotten out of college and had always wanted to live in the City, and was lucky enough to find a place that was relatively cheap in a pretty awesome neighborhood downtown. It was a 1-bedroom converted into a 2-bedroom in a pretty nice building, but I didn’t know anyone, and I mean anyone, in New York, so I put an ad on craigslist and waited. I didn’t really care who I moved in with so long as they weren’t too messy and were fine with the occasional smell of weed, but was kind of hoping I would get someone who could be a friend of mine from the start. I didn’t get that type of person.