Speaking of apartments

Sometimes I miss my old apartment. Like when it comes to rock n' roll, I really miss it. Since breaking up with my last boyfriend, I haven't been participating much in rock n' roll, not going to shows or caring about bands at all or anything, but the other day I went to the Virgin Store after work to see some old acquaintances play a free record release mini show.

I used to throw parties and ask bands to play, which was so much fun. It's one thing I have always lamented about living in New York--there just isn't enough space to have that kind of place as your primary residence. Well, I haven't figured it out yet. Plus, I think all the bands in New York are way too cool for me anyway. And it seems easy to get a show here.

There are times I can really relate to my customers' pickiness, like when they are comparing all the apartments I show them to something they used to have, which, I think is what's going on 99% of the time someone is too picky. We've all had a place we loved and nothing could ever measure up to it. It's just that some people are more attached than others. I was really attached to my place in Oakland, and I am really attached to my place now. I can only imagine the nightmare I'll be when I am ready to buy something. But I've never really looked for an apartment either.

The people I am working with now are a mix. Not everyone suffers from this attachment affliction. But the affliction is also slow to reveal itself. Especially to the afflicted. My Ralph Lauren window designer has fallen off the map, just as I found her apartments. $8000 is in Switzerland skiing for the week and wants to come back to see two Lower Fifth Avenue places which are too small for her. A young pair of girls I have been corresponding with for a couple of weeks has re-materialized and now seems serious after not being able to get into the Habitat (financial requirements are too strict). The investment banker dudes I took out yesterday loved what I showed them and then never called me back. Gramercy/UWS DM/Pre-War has three months, so I think she'll find herself compromising in the height of the season. I have two studio customers who may or may not show up again.

I have three co-workers who want to work with me. For now, I think I like the idea, as long as it remains limited. Until I find a partner with whom I can really dig in, limited edition partnerships are welcome and can provide respite from the loneliness that plagues a new real estate agent. Oh, and I successfully evicted my newish next door desk neighbor in favor of one of the people who wants to work with me. Sweet!