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It looks like I will be in contract on my apartment soon, with an offer comfortably over the asking price. And it’s going to close in mid-to-late May.
Which got me thinking: my current assignment will probably have wrapped up, or will be wrapping up, by then. And yet I don’t have the kind of cash (or, frankly, credit rating) that will allow me to jump right into a new rental without asking my aunt for a short-term loan (or, god forbid, ask her to co-sign a lease), and I really don’t want to do that.
But I’m gonna need a place to live, which is complicated by the fact that I also need a place to park my pets.
And it hit me: why not get a summer sublet somewhere like Halifax or Montreal? Halifax is essentially a college town, which means there are plenty of sublets available, plus summer’s a great time of year to be there. And Montreal is, well, it’s Montreal. Both places have low housing costs, and Montreal has good public transit. Each is a relatively reasonable drive from New York, and I could probably Shanghai a friend into making the trip with a bribe of furniture or electronics.
I could sure use some planned time off, versus “Oh, shit, now I’m out of work; what the hell am I gonna do?” time off.
Thoughts?
Do their pupils dilate independently of one another? I just noticed that one of Zuzu’s pupils seems to dilate more than the other, but only sometimes. And it seems to happen, or at least be noticeable, when one eye is turned more toward the light than the other.
OTOH, it could just be that something’s kerblooey in her brain. But then, that’s always been the case.
It looks like I’m having another open house this weekend. I didn’t realize it was a weekly thing.
OTOH, the last one got me two offers, and we’re expecting more. I may get my bidding war after all.
I’m really beginning to hate the liberal blogosphere.
I think I’m done with OK Cupid. Things haven’t really gotten much better since I first signed on, and I just got favorited by yet ANOTHER “gosh, that “available” status designation probably means you’re married yet you don’t say a damn thing about it in your profile and will undoubtedly get pissy when I call you on it” guy. I’ve had a couple of interesting conversations with a couple of interesting guys, but one of two things happens: either they just stop communicating (even though I can see that they’re on the site and/or looking at my profile), or one of us generates a “WTF report” (which compares your responses to the questions to his, and shows where your answers and the answers you want to see compare to his, and what he wants to see) and have not been pleased with the results. And when I say “I have not been pleased with the results,” I mean that the guy has said that being overweight or gaining weight is a dealbreaker, or he thinks racist jokes are A-OK, or he’d rape someone if he could get away with it. Or he just refuses to cough up a picture, even after several email exchanges.
The first time this happened, I’d had a number of really great emails and chats with the guy, and we were discussing meeting. Then I did the WTF report, and he had answered just about every weight-related question with a great big “NO FAT CHICKS;” being even slightly overweight was a dealbreaker for him. From his email to me after I’d gotten the report:
I just scanned the WTF report. For the most part, the differences are all simply great conversation fodder. The area you’re likely to find potentially concerning are my answers to weight and weight gain. I’ve had relationships with women who were not slender like me. And more than a few. The reasons I came out so strongly “anti large” in my profile was to, obviously, increase the match percentage with women closer to my size, not because i cannot be very attracted to a large woman, but because as a cyclist and woods walker, i would love to share “active time” with an intimate friend.
i’m much more concerned with a woman’s openness to my marital situation, her stance on drug use (i’m pretty hard core “no!”,) her sexual openness, and that her IQ being at least a few ticks higher than my own.
don’t know if that clarifies or fogs.
sometimes i find myself answering OKC’s questions knowing that i’m *trying* to manipulate a result.
i wonder if that’s a guy thing.
I dunno about the rest of you, but I consider being told that I’m presumptively disgusting but that someone might deign to fuck me anyway to be the end of a conversation, not a beginning. And as for the other answers being “great conversation fodder,” this was a guy who answers indicated that he thought no meant yes; that he liked racist jokes; that he thought racism was okay; that he doesn’t vote; and that he believed in creationism.
As soon as I saw the report (and even before I got this email, which crossed with mine), I wrote him and said that if weight was a dealbreaker, he could consider the deal broken.
And that’s happened more often than not when I or the guy generates one of these reports. If it doesn’t, then the communication just stops. Or gets weird.
Maybe the universe is trying to tell me something, and that is: having a relationship is Not For Me.
The kitties are left in peace to groom each other.
It’s really a shame, looking at this shot, that I was downloading just as Zuzu threw her leg over Sugarplum’s shoulder so Sugarplum could lick her ass:
So all that decluttering and cleaning and fixing up, the account of which I just *know* that all of you have simply been *gripped* by as I’ve been all obsessive about it lo these past few weeks? It all came together today with the open house.
And apparently, it went pretty well. Response was very good, so good that the realtor ran out of information sheets. Several people took offer submission sheets. And that’s even with another 1 bedroom FSBO in the building and having an open house today as well. It was called a “one-plus” in the ad, so maybe it’s priced higher than mine.
I’m really hoping mine will go fast for a few reasons: One, it’s one of the cheapest 1-bedrooms on my realtor’s site (and they’re a big one, able to pull in buyers). If you’re going cheaper, you’re going into East Flatbush, which is great and all, but I’m only two blocks from Prospect Park and East Flatbush is not. Two, it’s priced very attractively for first-time buyers, who may very well not do better renting. Three, it’s a really damn nice apartment:
Continue reading ‘One, two, three, four, damn I want a bidding war!’
So I’m out in Park Slope this morning, killing time while my open house is going on, and I’m standing in front of a realtor’s window, looking at the listings, when I hear my name being called.
And I look, and it’s a guy that I dated about four years ago. There was a certain amount of dwama with him, given that he didn’t have a cell, but he didn’t want me to call him at home because his “roommate” might be jealous since she was interested in him, and he was on her lease and could get kicked out, but at the same time he wouldn’t call me from a non-blocked number, even though he knew that I don’t pick up restricted or unavailable calls.
I mean, he was a great guy, but all that business really bothered me. I did enjoy spending time with him (we even wound up in Greenwood Cemetery on one date, when we were out for a walk and just sort of ran into it and decided to go in. It’s actually a really cool place), but the one-way flow of communication was just annoying. So eventually I stopped trying to return his calls.
And I haven’t really thought about him much in all that time, but there he was. We chatted; he mentioned he’d gotten into the pre-med program he’d wanted to get into back then; he mentioned that one of his dogs had died of bloat; he showed me a photo (on his cell phone) of his visit to the riding stables in my neighborhood; he mentioned he’d just been thinking of me.
Which was great, and all, but for the life of me, I can’t remember his name.
I went on a date last night with a guy who, as it turned out, had wrestled against my brother in high school.
Kind of a weird feeling.
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