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Always a silver lining... · 28 July 04
Yesterday this guy came to look at the house. Helen, my landlady, was a bit late and hadn’t got home yet, so I let him in and started showing him around. My initial reaction was, wow he’s tall, quite cute, bit of a salesman. As I was showing him around I decided that he was a nice guy, friendly, trying to oversell himself but hey, he’s into marketing so they’re just like that.
Helen then got home and sat him down to chat to us. Little did I know that she had pretty much clocked him instantly for what he was, but she then went on to show me. By way of an icebreaker, she asked him what his politics were, as she wanted to put a Kerry banner in her front garden and would this bother him. Little did I realise what a floodgate this would open. No, he said, that would be fine, as he recognised the need for debate although he himself would be voting republican. Seeing the looks on our faces, he asked us what exactly we had against Bush, ‘besides the war of course’. Having lost this major objection, Helen then decided (quite deliberately as I later discovered) to throw religion into the arena. My god but that got him going! Women should cleave to their men because we are just that indecisive and need a good man to show us the way; he may think that what lesbians do is wrong, but he doesn’t judge them and loves them anyway etc etc Oh. my. god. He did keep emphasising that he liked healthy debate and understood that it takes all types… Really reinforced for me what a shocking judge of character I am – thank god Helen was there!!
After that we (Helen and I, not the guy) just had to hit a bar and drink Mohito’s. Funnily enough, the barman started chatting to us and so heard our story. His response was to say that his nice, normal friend was looking for a room, and he called him up for us. The guy is coming over to look at the house on Sunday, so maybe some good will come out of that experience…