We'll get along fine but certain rules need to laid down before we move in together, such as no bathing in the sink, making sure the top is on the peptic ulcer medicine I have for my future illness, not touching me unless you have a pack of NABS in your pocket, and most importantly, not taunting the homeless gals who live with me unless they won't wear their party pants.
(Actually living in my apartment would be cool for anyone, because behind the gas station, which is across the street from my house, is a bowling alley that slicks down the floor with sorgum).