Oh man, I met Roberta out at the house today, nice pleasant drive in the country. I take photos, she’s a sweet ol lady, tells me her life story and the life stories of relatives that had occupied the place eons ago. She even pointed out where fruit tees used to be. But finally I got her to tell me another offer she had. I had told her I cud do 25K She didnt seem overjoyed. She says she had an offer of 31K We engage in a little bit More chit chat, I tell her, well, it does have this huge extra lot, I can match that offer.
She seemed agreeable, but hell, I was talking to the vice prez, the big guy the real owner is 80 yrs old and too sick to make the 30 minute trip. I felt slightly confident she wud have the big guy take my offer and get this baby put to bed. As soon as I got home I sent the price of 45K to one of my buyers who luvs that area. He called me 5 times and him and his buddies want this deal like its the last one on the planet. He was checking out a house in a nearyby town and he and his buds made a fast trip over there.
I txt Roberta that I can bring the purchase agreement over and a deposit.
Oh crap, Roberta says the big guy wants to get more offers. I txt my buyers and they are calling & crying.
I’m depressed, but trying to keep it going somehow.
After a shower and with new determination to save this deal from the depths of no profit, and with a dose of dire desperation I text her and say, Roberta, my wife says that house needs some love. We can do $40,000 Cash, we pay closing, Offer exires Sunday Midnight.
Seller told me that a realtor had met her there but hadnt got back to her yet.
Were all like animals circling our prey or, here to save the day, theres a fine line there.
Whatever happens, it’s fun, it’s like a rush and a high, now the wait, it’s torture, it’s exciting,