I was a newly divorced 35-year-old woman when I bought my house.

Concerned about some unforeseen expenses, I placed an ad in the local paper for a roommate to help cover the bills. The first response I received was from a gorgeous 27-year-old guy named Jared. He came with good references and offered two months rent in advance, so it didn’t take me long to decide. He did warn me that as a bartender, he sometimes kept odd hours, but how bad could it be?

After just a week, it was obvious why he had such “odd” hours. Nearly every night he brought home a different woman. When we crossed paths one morning, he asked if I had a problem with that. Not wanting to seem judgmental or prudish, I said, “Of course not.” However, I was curious as to what made him such a hot commodity.