When you pre-heat the bathroom, because in San Francisco the temperatures drop and become beastly once the afternoon winds bring in the fog, you will discover that your apartment mate is spending overmuch time in there.
How you feel about that depends on your reason for turning on the heater in the first place.
You may experience existenzangst.
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