Rate this story I was between jobs, living with my mother at her seniors apartment complex. That preceding statement was every bit as depressing as it sounds. I was in my late thirties, not exactly a party monster, but I did like to keep up a somewhat active social life, including occasional casual sex. That was damn near impossible living with my seventy year-old mother in an apartment complex that looked like a nursing home. Particularly since I was scraping by on my savings and unemployment compensation, and I knew that it took some cheddar to get laid. Money for...
