Love Lola: Should hot landlord fix her plumbing?
Hello darlings, welcome to another thrilling year at Fanshawe!
The next few weeks will find you busier than a bee as you struggle to find your classes, gather textbooks and settle into your routine. I love watching fresh students each year, scurrying about like lab rats searching for the washrooms, the bookstore and the Tim Hortons.
Between new roommates, new teachers, new clothes and possibly a new city, this time of year can turn even the coolest chick into a spazzy hot mess!
Yes, college is a melting pot for a whole new slew of problems. Brace yourself folks; this is not high school!
No amount of hair pulling, Facebook blocking or name calling is going to get you out of your financial woes, essay emergencies or romantic crisis. It's grown-up time kittens, time to pull up those boots and deal with your problems!
Or...
You could always send a letter to your new friend Lola and see what she recommends.
Who am I? The eyes and ears of Fanshawe, the resident den mother, the ‘Gossip Girl'... so many titles to choose from! Basically, I'm a Fanshawe College veteran eager to assist you as you stumble your way through the next year, helping you to manage all of life's quirks and jerks.
Don't worry; I'm fully qualified to tell you what to do! My background consists of psychology, sociology and counseling training. Plus, my life has given me enough hands-on experience with people's bull to equal a Masters Degree!
I've created enough mess, dated enough losers, broke enough hearts and drank enough tequila to know exactly what you're up against.
College will kick your bum if you don't handle it with humour, intelligence and charm. There are few things in life that you can't talk or dance your way out of if you know what you're doing and I'm happy to guide you along.
I'll be the one perched with my laptop in the centre of the hubbub, dizzily enjoying the buzz of the new year. This place has been so quiet all summer; I'm thrilled to have some racket in these hallways!
Fear not Pop Tarts, I'm well equipped to assist you with your misery! Have a crush on your teacher? Send me a letter! Sent a drunken text to your mom? Send me a letter! Want to smother your roommate in her sleep? Go back to your room, go back to sleep and in the morning you write me a letter!
Looking forward to hearing every juicy detail of what's going on this year; don't disappoint me my lovelies!
Here's a little something I just had to share with you that was sent to me recently, a little taste of what's to come.
Dear Lola,
I'm going away to college this year and I rented a room in a house with a bunch of roommates. I went to sign the lease and pay our deposit and I met my new landlord for the first time. We had only spoken on the phone and through email (he posted the ad on Kijiji) and it was his sister that showed us the house. The problem? My landlord is so frickin' hot!! I was blushing and flustered and now I'm nervous about moving in. What do I do? I've signed up for eight months. Can I date my landlord? Is it against the law or is it just a terrible idea?
Signed,
Land Lover
Dear Land Lover,
I know that women are drawn to power, authority and anything royal and sparkly, but you know he's not actually a “Lord”, right? I remember my college landlord, his name was Stanley, he was older than my Dad and he smelt like cheese. So forgive me if I am not swooning along with you.
I suppose with the real estate boom a few years ago and the plethora of “home flipping” shows on TV, there might be a few young, handsome, investor-type men out there who have purchased property and now rent to students. Forgive me as I adjust my perspective here and try to imagine you walking up the steps to find a rugged, young stud in a tool belt when you arrived with your post-dated cheque.
The blushing and flustering sounds ridiculous, but clearly you were smitten. What were his signals? I'm assuming he kept himself together. Are you wondering what the next move is? Planning on making mystery repair calls for a few months? Maybe dressing up in different “casual sexy' outfits each time? You know casual sexy… cute yoga pants and tank top sans bra. Accidental sexy is the new burlesque sweetie!
Funny how you jumped right into wanting to date this guy, does that mean you're hoping to negotiate paying your rent in favours or are you hoping for eight months of cooking him casseroles? Oh God, now I'm picturing terrible double entendres about giving 24 hours notice before entering...gag!
Technically, there's nothing illegal about dating this guy, assuming again that he's not 75 and you're not 17. In life, however, what's right and what's wrong is rarely written in the words of the law.
First of all, think about your roommates! How would this make everyone in the house feel? Will he be wandering around in his jammies eating cereal and watching cartoons with your friends on Saturday mornings? Wow, I'm totally picturing Stanley doing that now.
What about you? Young, starting school, fresh start; you want to hook up with the first guy who gives you butterflies? There are so many ways that this could get icky; he has keys to your house, you owe him money and you've signed up to see him once a month from now until April. A bad one-night-stand in September could lead to several awkward run-ins between here and next summer.
Maybe I've watched too many episodes of Three's Company, but I'm pretty sure that an affair between Janet and Mr. Furley would have shaken that place down.
Bottom line, how do I put this gracefully buttercup? You don't poop where you party. Got it?
Be sure to look your best though when you do have to see him; for paying rent and for legitimate maintenance calls. Remember the Golden Rule: Cute Boys have Cute Friends! This guy could be the trail of breadcrumbs that leads you to some other successful real-estate-investor hottie!
Love Lola
Got a question? Email me at lolaletters@live.ca - All emails are confidential and your identity will be protected. If you're not comfortable sending me an email, just click on the Letters to Lola link on the left side menu to send me your question.
The next few weeks will find you busier than a bee as you struggle to find your classes, gather textbooks and settle into your routine. I love watching fresh students each year, scurrying about like lab rats searching for the washrooms, the bookstore and the Tim Hortons.
Between new roommates, new teachers, new clothes and possibly a new city, this time of year can turn even the coolest chick into a spazzy hot mess!
Yes, college is a melting pot for a whole new slew of problems. Brace yourself folks; this is not high school!
No amount of hair pulling, Facebook blocking or name calling is going to get you out of your financial woes, essay emergencies or romantic crisis. It's grown-up time kittens, time to pull up those boots and deal with your problems!
Or...
You could always send a letter to your new friend Lola and see what she recommends.
Who am I? The eyes and ears of Fanshawe, the resident den mother, the ‘Gossip Girl'... so many titles to choose from! Basically, I'm a Fanshawe College veteran eager to assist you as you stumble your way through the next year, helping you to manage all of life's quirks and jerks.
Don't worry; I'm fully qualified to tell you what to do! My background consists of psychology, sociology and counseling training. Plus, my life has given me enough hands-on experience with people's bull to equal a Masters Degree!
I've created enough mess, dated enough losers, broke enough hearts and drank enough tequila to know exactly what you're up against.
College will kick your bum if you don't handle it with humour, intelligence and charm. There are few things in life that you can't talk or dance your way out of if you know what you're doing and I'm happy to guide you along.
I'll be the one perched with my laptop in the centre of the hubbub, dizzily enjoying the buzz of the new year. This place has been so quiet all summer; I'm thrilled to have some racket in these hallways!
Fear not Pop Tarts, I'm well equipped to assist you with your misery! Have a crush on your teacher? Send me a letter! Sent a drunken text to your mom? Send me a letter! Want to smother your roommate in her sleep? Go back to your room, go back to sleep and in the morning you write me a letter!
Looking forward to hearing every juicy detail of what's going on this year; don't disappoint me my lovelies!
Here's a little something I just had to share with you that was sent to me recently, a little taste of what's to come.
Dear Lola,
I'm going away to college this year and I rented a room in a house with a bunch of roommates. I went to sign the lease and pay our deposit and I met my new landlord for the first time. We had only spoken on the phone and through email (he posted the ad on Kijiji) and it was his sister that showed us the house. The problem? My landlord is so frickin' hot!! I was blushing and flustered and now I'm nervous about moving in. What do I do? I've signed up for eight months. Can I date my landlord? Is it against the law or is it just a terrible idea?
Signed,
Land Lover
Dear Land Lover,
I know that women are drawn to power, authority and anything royal and sparkly, but you know he's not actually a “Lord”, right? I remember my college landlord, his name was Stanley, he was older than my Dad and he smelt like cheese. So forgive me if I am not swooning along with you.
I suppose with the real estate boom a few years ago and the plethora of “home flipping” shows on TV, there might be a few young, handsome, investor-type men out there who have purchased property and now rent to students. Forgive me as I adjust my perspective here and try to imagine you walking up the steps to find a rugged, young stud in a tool belt when you arrived with your post-dated cheque.
The blushing and flustering sounds ridiculous, but clearly you were smitten. What were his signals? I'm assuming he kept himself together. Are you wondering what the next move is? Planning on making mystery repair calls for a few months? Maybe dressing up in different “casual sexy' outfits each time? You know casual sexy… cute yoga pants and tank top sans bra. Accidental sexy is the new burlesque sweetie!
Funny how you jumped right into wanting to date this guy, does that mean you're hoping to negotiate paying your rent in favours or are you hoping for eight months of cooking him casseroles? Oh God, now I'm picturing terrible double entendres about giving 24 hours notice before entering...gag!
Technically, there's nothing illegal about dating this guy, assuming again that he's not 75 and you're not 17. In life, however, what's right and what's wrong is rarely written in the words of the law.
First of all, think about your roommates! How would this make everyone in the house feel? Will he be wandering around in his jammies eating cereal and watching cartoons with your friends on Saturday mornings? Wow, I'm totally picturing Stanley doing that now.
What about you? Young, starting school, fresh start; you want to hook up with the first guy who gives you butterflies? There are so many ways that this could get icky; he has keys to your house, you owe him money and you've signed up to see him once a month from now until April. A bad one-night-stand in September could lead to several awkward run-ins between here and next summer.
Maybe I've watched too many episodes of Three's Company, but I'm pretty sure that an affair between Janet and Mr. Furley would have shaken that place down.
Bottom line, how do I put this gracefully buttercup? You don't poop where you party. Got it?
Be sure to look your best though when you do have to see him; for paying rent and for legitimate maintenance calls. Remember the Golden Rule: Cute Boys have Cute Friends! This guy could be the trail of breadcrumbs that leads you to some other successful real-estate-investor hottie!
Love Lola
Got a question? Email me at lolaletters@live.ca - All emails are confidential and your identity will be protected. If you're not comfortable sending me an email, just click on the Letters to Lola link on the left side menu to send me your question.
