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in the late nineteenth century. It’s the kind of house someone who couldn’t afford the grand manors that were built in my parents’ neighbourhood would have built. A manor still, just not quite as ostentatious. I always preferred these houses.
    The sign out front reads: “This heritage house is 100% energy efficient thanks to Sharp Eco-Refits.” His cell number is attached.
    “That’s fantastic advertising. You can put a sign outside my house if you like.”
    “Something has to work soon. Word of mouth isn’t cutting it.”
    “I didn’t really think about it, but I guess if you could come over a day or two after I emailed you, and start right away, then you’re not quite overwhelmed with work.”
    “I’ve sunk a small fortune into doing up this place. If it wasn’t for the rent for the rooms, I’d have to go back to my old job.”
    “You weren’t always in construction?”
    “Hardly. I’m a software engineer. I learned the basics of construction working for my uncle to help pay for university. I worked in computers for about ten years before I got tired of sitting at a desk all day. Hold on, I’ll get that for you.”
    I don’t think I’ve ever had a guy open a car door for me before. Not in a normal day-to-day situation anyhow. A fancy date, sure. But never just a general “hold on, hotness, let me get that for you.”
    “Now, I’m just warning you. Most of these rooms are rented by my friends. And some of ‘em, well. You’ll see.”
    Okay. Picture this. A beautiful historic home on the outside. And inside, as soon as you walk into what could be a beautifully grand foyer, you are greeted by a long table with green astro turf instead of a table cloth. Arranged on this table are all manner of figurines. And standing there are grown men in pyjama pants and t-shirts with food stains.
    “Don’t judge,” Evan says. “They’re in the middle of a marathon session of War Hammer.”
    “Judge? Me? Hardly.” I’m waiting now for my pants to erupt in flames, so big is my lie. “Do you play this?”
    Please, God, let the answer be no. I can’t have this image of Evan. So far I’m diggin’ the sexy geek. Mainly because I haven’t seen the geek as much as I’ve heard about it. But I can’t bear to think of him this way.
    “Nah, no time for new games. I keep to the vices I know.”
    Alright. So he doesn’t play with figurines. My libido can handle this.
    Beyond the table is a wide, sweeping staircase. Bannisters line both sides of the double halls. That’s when I spot the plexiglass. There’s a fake ceiling below that gives the illusion of a cathedral ceiling. There’s also glass extending from the base of the bannisters to the ceiling above. It’s a little unusual, but in a weird way, adds to the beauty of the place.
    “I did that to save on the heat. Too much heat was getting trapped in empty space. This way we keep the look, but save on energy,” Evan says as he unlocks a beautiful old wooden door.
    “Home sweet home.”
    It’s beautiful. More modern than I would have suspected. And clean. I don’t know why I’m relieved by this, but I am. Date a lot of grad students or heavy readers and you’ll soon recognize how books and papers go from smart-looking to clutter in a few short moments. My office at home is a stellar example. But this place is masculine and neat.
    “I won’t be long, just need to grab a few things. Make yourself at home.”
    The first thing I do is check out the books on display. A lot of fantasy and science fiction. That’s cool. I’ve read some of these titles. A whole shelf dedicated to magazines on energy and construction. And then, there’s a shelf with a series collection of dragon sculptures.
    I think I was expecting more Star Trek figurines and less true art. I’m feeling a little shallow, truth be told. I was expecting it to be more like Sheldon and Leonard’s apartment on The Big Bang Theory . Instead, it’s a cool place.
    There’s another