A couple weekends ago, I visited an open house a few miles from my apartment. When I got there, I couldn’t help but notice the realtor. Early 30’s, naturally tan skin, wavy hair with blonde highlights. She had bright red lipstick, a pierced septum and I could see a tattoo on her forearm. She was edgy, but well put-together. An absolute dream.
After about 15 minutes at the open house, I’d seen enough and was ready to leave. Before leaving, I made some small talk in the kitchen with her. Somewhere between talking business, I awkwardly blurted something about having the place to ourselves with some sort of thinly-veiled innuendos. While she laughed off my advance, I noticed the wedding ring on her hand, so I didn’t press any further. I’m sure she was used to a little flirting.
Later the following week, she texted me about a new listing in the area, asking if I was interested in looking. We set up a walkthrough a few days later.