L loses two housemates in two days.

On Sunday, A moved out. He called me to tell me that he was moving into his girlfriend's house and was going to sublet his room to a female graduate student, who was moving in on Monday. I was excited... finally, I would have some female companionship (and someone to see Sex & and the City with). 

So I rushed home today after work, already planning a meal with what I knew would be my new best friend, and found her stuff in A's old room. J and I chatted a little (longest conversation I have ever had with him), awaiting our new housemate. Finally, she arrived, introduced herself... and told us she was moving out. 

She had a family emergency; she was flying back to Chicago the next morning and had just quit her new job. 

An hour later, she was gone, A's room was empty again, and I had resigned myself to living in the land of men for the next 3 months. (Unless, of course, A attempts to sublet again, and finds a female renter. There is still hope for me yet...)