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30 Something Baby Doc

Thursday, September 21, 2006

The Life Of a Bachelor

I believe my realtor has several preconceived notions regarding my lifestyle because I'm 36 and still single. My realtor is a very sweet older lady, successful and essentially a self made millionaire. She's very opinionated, direct and at times can be judgmental. When I converse with her, I feel like I'm her son and I'll never live up to her elevated standards.

She was nice enough to loan me 2 decorative pillows in order to spruce up my master bedroom in the condo I'm currently selling. The pillows were made of very delicate material and soon after she loaned them to me, a seam ruptured in one of the pillows. She was over my condo recently setting up for an open house, I told her about the damaged pillow and my plans to have it repaired. My realtor replied sternly saying," tommy, I've never in my life seen that happen to a pillow unless it had been involved in a pillow fight" She likely had a mental image of me on my kingsize bed with 2 drunk playboy bunnies having a wild, knock down, drag out pillow fight.

I laughed when she offer that theory. (I thought she was joking), but after she repeated herself several times, I realized she was serious.

I'm an busy medical professional and I wish I had enough free time to hangout in my condo and have pillow fights

She also turned her nose up on the six pack of beer I had in the fridge.


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