08.12.03 he’s a freak, but he’s my freak
Setting: Our apartment, about once every two weeks.
Him: But I don’t wanna buy a house.
Me: We’re not putting enough money away for retirement. At this rate I’ll still be writing RFP’s at age 77. At least if we were to put our 900$ monthly rent towards property…
Him: Yeah but then I’ll have to buy a car, because we can’t afford a house near downtown so I can’t walk to work anymore.
Me: There’s good public transit from the South Shore.
Him: Yeah but you know, we’ll have to spend more money on maintenance, so it’s not really that great an investment.
When finally…
Me: Look, let’s stop having this argument over and over. Let’s go to the bank and have them show us, with numbers and stats, exactly how good or bad an investment it is. OK?
Him: Yes. Great idea. It’s a deal. Let’s not talk about this anymore.
Me: Deal.
Then, this weekend:
Him: So I saw this nice condo for sale on the corner of Rachel and Bordeaux. 1000 square feet and a terrasse. Oh, and the place next to Dave’s is for sale.
Me: Cool! Let’s drive by and get the number!
Him: But I don’t wanna buy a house…
