Would you live with me?

I placed an ad today on one of those free online looking-for-a-room sites.

I spent some pencil-chewing time thinking about how to present myself and what I am looking for. It was harderer than I thought it would be. I started with some lovely descriptive words and strung those together with some sturdy joining words, then I sprinkled in some very sensible words for balance and weaved a magical piece of prose. OK, it was legible and that was good enough I thought, so I pressed Post My Ad Now! (or summat like that).

So proud was I of my published accomplishment that I promptly whizzed the URL to my friend in a show of look-at-me-so-independent-already. She replied immediately-

"Erm, are you sure? I don't really think you should put the word "bedroom" in the same sentence as the word "socialise"...Wrong impression, know what I mean?"

"Urggh, that's gross," I replied with vigourously executed disgustinged-faces.

"...and perhaps you shouldn't use the word "fun" either. You'll attract party animals."

"Oh, boy, we can't be having any animals a-partying in my home, verily no!"

"So, try again and send it to me before you post it, OK?"

She may as well have patted me on the head and gone poor, poor you, whatever is going to become of you in the great bigedness of the world.

She's right of course, I have no idea what I'm doing. So this is the ad, eventually posted after much wordsmithery:

I am looking for a friendly household with a decent size room where I can relax. I am 30 years old, easy going, love music, reading and the internet (wireless broadband would be good). A glass of wine and a chat is also a good idea from time to time. A good shower is important! I am reliable and consistent and I pay the bills on time.

Form an orderly line please! As if. Not one response yet.