It took me 18 years to get a listing...can you top that?

It took me 18 yrs, but well worth the wait.

Shortly after I got into the business, and in the days when you could still telephone and solicit expired listings, I decided to brave up and go visit a mansion on a hill.

This house was literally perched on a hill at an awe inspiring address. Needless to say, just the taught of ringing the door bell petrified me.

I was greeted by a very stylish lady, the type that wears full make up and a caftan around the house, always presentable and cosmopolitan.

After my palpitations, facial ticks and tremors subsided she gave me a tour of the house and promptly and unceremoniously ---- dismissed me.

She listed with someone else, the listing expired again, I showed up at her door again. I do remember parking some ways away with my rusty batmobile. She listed with someone else again. The listing expired again.

I didn’t pursue her relentlessly, but I did mail to her for the following eighteen years with an occasional phone call and eighteen years later, she called me to list the house.

It all seemed somehow different now; I could not help registering how I had changed, she appeared more fragile, the house seemed smaller, I parked in the drive way, we both felt the physical passing of time, there was a bit of melancholia in the air as we sipped a liqueur while I wrote up the listing agreement.

It was really all kind of sweet.