I went to the house today and the realtor got out of her car and said, “I’m ready to fight and come in guns a-blazin'” with a super earnest look and then pulled me toward her chest to chest, abdomens touching. She is so good at her job. She also is a good hugger and I don’t think that chemistry can be faked because I feel it. Such a bummer.

After we met with them, and it was really unpleasant because the Senior Manager said that I have to take all emotion out of it and that is how contract work goes and that ripping up cushions was lazy and not malicious, we chatted about the next steps. I felt gaslighted. Recall that they dabbed up wet paint with the Caretaker’s shirt too. That’s not lazy; it’s completely bizarre.

I did find really nice sofa sleeper in a mountain town that they’ll move to her apartment. It was way nicer than the one that the contractors destroyed which belonged to me. Actually, it’s nicer than any of my current furniture too. So, I think that it’s moving forward. I bought her bedding yesterday so now it’s the tables and shirt. I’m going to let them start work when they have that sofa sleeper in her apartment, and then I hope to never hear from this horrible firm that puts together contractors who are negligent, disrespectful, and sometimes completing uncaring and mean.

I texted Maryland to pick up my mug. He hugged me a couple of times and generally looked like hell. He’s gained some weight too. I still think that as long as we talk about our platonic friendship, I don’t mind doing some long hikes with him. He is nice.

Now, I’m thinking about the realtor (photographer). It sucks too. Again, I give her a wide berth always and never would have hugged her, but she hugged me this morning. I know that we’re going to have some tension if after the house sells she does want to hang out occasionally. And I don’t think that there is any way to fake chemistry when you feel it coming off of someone.