Marce aways says I’m easy. Of course I don’t think I am but my record may tell a different tale.
Last night your humble correspondent will admit to feeling that little tingle of excitement. In the morning we were going to see two contenders and I told Marce that I thought it would be a very good day. She thought so too but said ,”I don’t want you getting all gaga and falling in love, we have to keep an open mind.” I thought that was a little unnecessary but I had a good feeling just the same.
This is like speed dating. Just because the cute brunette smiles at you doesn’t mean you stop in the middle of the process. The process must go on. I don’t know why. Marce does.
Our broker had proved once again that geography is not his strong suit and had us going south for our first boat and backtracking 2 1/2 hrs North for the second. Marce set that straight and we boarded a newer version of a boat that we’re serious about. Really liked the layout but the owners comprehensively trashed the thing…still…not bad. Had a lot of trouble finding the second but I’m so glad we did. She’s a keeper, even, dare I say shiny! Extremely well kept and equipped. Somebody really loved this boat…and so did I.
I’m easy, easy as a Sunday morning.