No word yet!

No word yet on the house.

SURPRISE!

This guy's playing it cool---

two days in on our

counter counter.

The fact remains.

It is in his best interest

to accept our

very generous

offer.

I've considered

calling him on the phone---

I found his number

easily

on Whitepages.com.

Hello, sir,

I'd say.

Let's talk.

What's it going to take

within reason,

'cuz I'm thinking of

moving into that house.

Let's talk.

By the way, sir,

your parents had impeccable taste.

You must love that house a lot.

And why not?

We're just so pleased

something like it is

on the market.

On the advice of others,

I may even bring daughters

into the picture.

He has three of them,

so they say.

Oh, daughters, sir.

How delightful they are!

And they grow up so fast,

don't they.

Like they say, sir,

sugar, spice, and everything nice!

Anyway,

if you know B

you know how he

bristled at this idea.

Frankly, NO!,

he said.

I was instantly transported back

to the beginning of our r'ship,

circa 2002,

when I had a very similar feeling about

playing the love game.

Shiver me timbers,

that was hard.

I just wanted him, you know?

Screw all of the pretend stuff.

There were so many rules

and, well, I've never been good at rules.

The urge then was to call, call, call.

Connect, connect, connect.

Breathe in the fresh scent of laundry

on his neck.

Thank GOD I had friends and family members

in such a time as that.

I usually didn't call,

thankyouverymuch.

I was pretty cool(ish).

And so I remain,

no calls yet logged

to this game player

slash

homeowner

slash (in my realtor's words)

"businessman."

Fingers crossed.

And day 43.