Jul. 2nd, 2008 01:03 pm
Nobody loves her like I do
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muckefuckLast night, following a pattern that has become familiar almost to the point of routine, I got home from work and immediately spent a couple hours painting. (Which is to say, I spent an hour painting and an hour cleaning up from painting. One of these days, someone is going to create good quality disposable brushes and I will love them forever--if I'm not so obscenely rich by then that I no longer deign to do myself what God gave us tradespeople for.) When I got hungry on Sunday, my plan was to walk as deep into North Chinatown as I could before the rain caught me. Today, I was so dead on my feet that I made it no further than Big Chicks--the closest place to my apartment that serves food.
Two good things happened as a consequence. One was that I ran into the foot fetishist regular who lives next door to a building we're looking at and he gave me a fairly glowing report of their condo org. What with e. and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bunj slagging one of our finalists, this may be enough to put this alternate choice into the top three. The other good thing was that a tall, handsome, friendly Minnesotan sat next to me and all but invited me to strike up a conversation with him. He's a consultant who's often here on business so he's looking to buy or rent a pied à terre in the area. When I heard how much he loved vintage buildings, I suggested he come have a look at mine.
My place is in a state, so I hadn't intended to show him more than the exterior, lobby, and courtyard. Besides, how does it look, a married man like me bringing strange men home? Still, I'm glad I did because his enthusiasm at seeing the original parquet floors, hardware, and Art Deco styling was a much-needed boost. I've been obsessing about market times lately now that our schedule is suddenly so hectic and his comments reminded me that there are people out there who will love my place as much as I do.
(We exchanged info, but I seriously doubt anything will come of it; soon as he discovers there's only a common parking lot with a two-year waiting list for free spaces, I suspect he'll lose interest.)
Two good things happened as a consequence. One was that I ran into the foot fetishist regular who lives next door to a building we're looking at and he gave me a fairly glowing report of their condo org. What with e. and
bunj slagging one of our finalists, this may be enough to put this alternate choice into the top three. The other good thing was that a tall, handsome, friendly Minnesotan sat next to me and all but invited me to strike up a conversation with him. He's a consultant who's often here on business so he's looking to buy or rent a pied à terre in the area. When I heard how much he loved vintage buildings, I suggested he come have a look at mine.My place is in a state, so I hadn't intended to show him more than the exterior, lobby, and courtyard. Besides, how does it look, a married man like me bringing strange men home? Still, I'm glad I did because his enthusiasm at seeing the original parquet floors, hardware, and Art Deco styling was a much-needed boost. I've been obsessing about market times lately now that our schedule is suddenly so hectic and his comments reminded me that there are people out there who will love my place as much as I do.
(We exchanged info, but I seriously doubt anything will come of it; soon as he discovers there's only a common parking lot with a two-year waiting list for free spaces, I suspect he'll lose interest.)