It's not you, it's me.

I feel like I am being "played"...by my house.  Remember when you were single and would do anything to impress someone who you really hoped was interested in you?  Well, I am pretty sure our house is flirting with us and then not returning our calls. 

We had our 3rd open house in three weekends today.  We've had 30 people/couples come through plus two showings this week and all anyone says is how much they love the house, the decorating, the colors, and then...they don't call, they don't make any offers. Even the people I'd think are the committment type...nada. 

Like a desperate woman who buys the right outift to impress a guy, we faithfully trudge to the store each weeked to buy balloons to attach to our open house sign.  Each time we have a showing, I carefully choose fresh flowers for our bedroom.  And still nothing.

Like a guy who plays his "going on a date music" or dons his "lucky" shirt, cologne, whatever, we've succumbed to superstition (maybe faith) and dutifully planted a St. Joseph head down in our front yard next to the for sale sign.  People swear by him, and darn it all--we are desperate.

And like that love-sick girl awaiting a phone call the day after a date, we wait in anticipation each Monday after our open houses and after each showing.  We tell ourselves it is completely reasonable to not hear anything one day later and allow ourselves to be hopeful.  When the call doesn't come, we crash back to reality and await the next "right one" to walk through our door. Or, when a realtor does call to say, "the house is beautiful, but my clients want something bigger," it might as well be, "I just want to be friends."  Or, "It's not you, it's me...we just need to see other people."

This house selling stuff is emotional and after ten years of marriage, I was not ready to be back on the "dating" scene again....even if it is with my house!