* The names have been changed to protect privacy.
Well, I'm about to make a call to schedule a house-call this weekend. Two actually. One is to close a refinance for a guy whose loans I've done 3 times before. This time, however, he has decided to put his "partner" on the note with him. This wasn't a shock, I had known of his life-style choice since the first deal we had. Super, super nice guy. Good hand shake, looks you dead in the eye, means what he says, says what he means, snappy dresser. I like him. (No, not like that.) Anyhow, I have to confess that I am a bit nervous to go to the house. My appraiser said that when he was there, he couldn't help but notice what he called "the plethora of overt gayness." Gay art, gay statuary, a 5-foot marble erection statue, you know, typical overt gayness. I'm thinking it may be a bad idea to walk in there humming "YMCA" or Lou Reed's "Take a walk on the wild side...." as I enter the inner sanctum of the other side.
Eh, I'll be ok, I like "Dave." He has given me a lot of business from that community over the last couple of years. A very loyal crowd, them homersexuals. A bit of history, "Dave" and his partner "Sam", were both living the het life, married, kids, the works. They met, became friends, one thing led to another. Now, the wives are gone and the boys are together. Going on 9 years. Good for them. I could never be gay, though. I dig chicks way, way, way, too much. Mmmmmmm.......boobies.
Well, I'm about to make a call to schedule a house-call this weekend. Two actually. One is to close a refinance for a guy whose loans I've done 3 times before. This time, however, he has decided to put his "partner" on the note with him. This wasn't a shock, I had known of his life-style choice since the first deal we had. Super, super nice guy. Good hand shake, looks you dead in the eye, means what he says, says what he means, snappy dresser. I like him. (No, not like that.) Anyhow, I have to confess that I am a bit nervous to go to the house. My appraiser said that when he was there, he couldn't help but notice what he called "the plethora of overt gayness." Gay art, gay statuary, a 5-foot marble erection statue, you know, typical overt gayness. I'm thinking it may be a bad idea to walk in there humming "YMCA" or Lou Reed's "Take a walk on the wild side...." as I enter the inner sanctum of the other side.
Eh, I'll be ok, I like "Dave." He has given me a lot of business from that community over the last couple of years. A very loyal crowd, them homersexuals. A bit of history, "Dave" and his partner "Sam", were both living the het life, married, kids, the works. They met, became friends, one thing led to another. Now, the wives are gone and the boys are together. Going on 9 years. Good for them. I could never be gay, though. I dig chicks way, way, way, too much. Mmmmmmm.......boobies.
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