This story sadly does not have a particularly happy ending and honestly, I regret it. I lost a good friend to it, and I should have known better. Despite that, I think it’s a good story, and there were some really steamy encounters.
It all began with me flathunting. I had to move out of my small one bedroom apartment due to the landlord claiming Own Usage, basically the only way you can get a tenant out in Germany. I wouldn’t be able to afford an apartment on my own with housing prices what they were, so I started looking for shared flats. Now, I’d been living here for almost four years so I had pretty decent connections, or so I thought. But there was no opening in any shared flat where I actually wanted to live, so I had to strike out on my own.
Mara and me knew each other from doing some volunteer work together, and she was about to start her studies here and was also looking for a place. Honestly, I was a bit sceptical – she was a couple years younger than me, had never lived in a shared flat before and I knew her as somewhat holier-than-thou. We had a couple phone calls, talked about what we expected from living in a shared flat, and discovered that we actually got along great – similar sense of humour, similar expectations on how to live together.
We found a flat quickly enough – not a great part of town, but well connected, and the flat itself was great. Very bright, good partition for shared living, affordable. We also found a third flatmate, who sadly turned out not too socially compatible with us, but at least he cleans up after himself.