A breakdown

This is near where I had my lease signing for 1 University. I could use one or three or four of those apartments right now and it goes without saying I could use a lease signing. It's the main entrance to Grand Central Station.

Here's my list of clients right now:

Mr. Florida with the French bulldog. Wants Chelsea or the West Village, not Central Village, ready to sign today. $2800-3300. Called me yesterday on a Chelsea highrise ad, but doesn't totally want a highrise. I'll take him to one I already told him about.

Pregnant townhousey Indian couple. They want a three bed, two or three bath, west, since he drive to New Jersey everyday for work. She needs to be near the E or the V train to get to LIC. They already have a two year old and are expecting in September. They can pay up to $6000. They didn't call me back yesterday.

Amex VP. She was the one I took to the Upper West Side last week. I have looked at some apartments on her behalf but they all sucked. We are supposed to meet on Wednesday at noon, which I can't do because I have a healing appointment, which I knew when I made the appointment with her. $3300, Chelsea one bedroom, below 23rd Street.

Ralph Lauren Window Designer. $1700 one bedroom. She rejected something I was going to show her on Sunday based on address. I am waiting for a Goodstein property to pop.

$4000 one bedroom guy never called me back as soon as I said I had his apartment. Oh well.

I never called back the people who called about an awesome $3350 penthouse on West 16th Street that has been gone for a month or so. I did see one place for them but it didn't have outdoor space and it was also a Kingman, known to take multiple applications, which intimidates me an kept me from participating. Lame on me.

Pregnant stereo people put money down on something in Friday but did have the courtesy to say so and call all the brokers with whom they had been working. Annoying but appreciated.

I may call "Dick and Wife" as it is listed on the folder I have for them. This was a guy who called me about a specific building in the Flatiron, wanting a one bedroom. When I tried to get in touch with him, things were fishy for a couple of weeks. I didn't get the feeling he was getting my messages. Anyway, one day I tried again and he answered, fessing up that he actually wasn't in a position to move right now, things being up in the air with work and all. OK. Anyway, I may call him to see if he is ready now. Seeing as I do have a one bedroom in that building that is within his price range.

I have the Rosenblum Reference, someone with whom I have been loosely communicating with for weeks. He is a very busy but nice doctor who answered the ad for my friend's parent's garden apartment months ago and missed out on it because he was too busy to go see it. Anyway he called me yesterday and we chatted so now I've got to find him something near the 2/3 train. Also $2800-3300.

Of course I have the other broker who wants me to co-broke the open listings in Chelsea. Dummy.

And the Italian American lawyer who just spent a year in London and wouldn't move to Little Italy because the neighborhood was "a little sketchy." His move date changed so I should give him a call.

I think there are others but I don't remember them right now. Except for $8000. Someone asked me what ever happened to her. I'll tell you what happened. My partner and I showed her that place on Fourth Avenue for $6500 that made her call her boyfriend. The following Monday morning, I met her and the boyfriend there for a second viewing. They chatted about it, did funny things like shutting themselves in the separate bedrooms and talking to see if the sound bothered them. I left them to talk about it/think about it. Meanwhile I dutifully faxed them the application and checked on the status with the listing broker. A couple of days and a couple of calls and emails went by and I got the uncomfortable break-up email from her, more or less telling me they weren't really looking anymore, that they couldn't see themselves compromising and the apartment and location and price would have to be perfect. I realized some time ago that there must be an apartment she is comparing all others to and at our second to last meeting, she told me about a gem of a place on lower Fifth Avenue that had two and a half bedrooms, views, character and that special something that was lacking in all the apartments we had seen together. She sold it a couple of years ago and is now kicking herself because it is perfect--but someone else's. It was the Aha! moment for me.

By the way, today I overslept and missed the morning meeting. I also missed moving my car for parking regulations. When I went out there to retrieve my parking ticket, I noticed the whole street was lined with cars and that there were no tickets on any of them, including mine. It seems that there was no street sweeping today and therefore no ticket. I guess the universe really is looking out for me!