My Standards are Just Above Living with a 51 Year Old Divorcee

Well Kerry and I just got back from probably the most awkward experience that we’ve had since this journey began…
I had found this ad in the classifieds – a 3 bedroom apartment, needing 2 roommates, could be furnished upon request, and in a pretty good location. I called up the guy who placed the ad, Peter James, and spoke with him for a couple of minutes. He seemed a bit frazzled on the phone but offered for us to come immediately to see the place. Now we’re a bit anxious to find a place so we jumped on a train and went right over. Here’s were the awkwardness commences.
We had slight difficulties finding the place due to Peter’s poor directions (he told us to go right at the “40 degree angle” however there were only obtuse angles the entire way there). When we got there, we were greeted by a middle-aged, gray haired man…Peter James. He introduced himself, then told us that he didn’t care if we smoked joints on the balcony.
We hesitantly entered his apartment to find it bare and with garbage all over the floor. He proceeded to tell us that his “flatmates” had just moved out so the rooms might be a little messy. We walked into the rooms to find walls adorned with Beyonce posters, Dora the Explorer stickers and those glow in the dark plastic stars. We really began questioning the story behind this guy at this point. Only one of the rooms had a closet (which somehow had been flooded) so he made it clear that he’d be willing to share his closet with us. He had been adamant that his only rule was that we were kept the place clean. He then showed us the kitchen, which made our last hostel seem like the most immaculate place ever. As we were leaving, we peered out onto the balcony to find a drying rack with about 30 panties drying out there. Either Peter wears woman’s underwear or he’s going through a sudden divorce where his wife and 2 daughters left in a hurry and left only their undergarments. We think the latter is probably the actual story, there were photos of his family all around, the poor guy still had on his wedding band and he mentioned more than once that he was going through a difficult time.
As we were saying our goodbyes, Peter then reveals to us that his name is actually Russel, and that he didn’t want to have his real name in the classifieds. Of course not!
And so we’re now back at square one… but slightly more cautious.