Maria and I are stunned by the similarities between dating and home shopping. In both cases, you're playing the field until you eventually meet someone you'd like to date/see a home you'd like to buy. After some flirtation, you ask that person out/make a bid on the house. Nine times out of ten, you're turned down/your bid isn't accepted.
Then, after nursing that heartbreak, you gotta pick yourself up and try it all over again.
As you read below, we bid two weekends ago on a beautiful Craftsman house in Pasadena. We lost out when someone else offered $67,000 more than the asking price for the house.
That was tough. But believe it or not, we found another home we liked this past weekend. It's located in Highland Park, has beautiful views and plenty of room to grow. It's even got a zen like garden, complete with fountains. Nice house.
Problem is, the house was probably Highland Park's worst-kept secret. We checked it out on Saturday and again on Sunday. Both open house days were packed.
But what the hell. We made a bid. And substantially over the asking price -- after being burned the first time, we unfortunately know how the game is played.
But apparently so does everyone else. We turned in our bid this Monday afternoon -- and according to our broker, the home owners recived 34 bids!!
No lie. THIRTY-FOUR friggin' bids!
I know there's a home crunch in Los Angeles, but this is ridiculous. We just can't play that game. On to the next heartbreak!
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