I swear, looking at houses is just like dating (the mac daddy of the “sort and toss” processes).
There are first impressions. (Ooh, that one’s gorgeous! I’d like me some of that, please!)
Then there’s the anticipation of that first meeting. Will this one be the one? Will it be love? Or will it turn out to be just a pretty face? One whose insides make me want to scramble outta there within 15 minutes?
We have a first date tonight. I’ve heard about a few issues this one has, so I’m already skeptical. It’ll have to lean in close and whisper in my ear to convince me not to walk away.
Yikes, I just thought of something: If my husband and I both love it, does that mean we’re in a threesome?