"Stop!" I hollered into the phone. "He's not serious! He's a lying lookie-loo!"
I had just sent a referral to my good friend in another town, a "deal" I regretted almost immediately.
Stupid me; I thought he was serious this time.
He had promised he was ready to make a commitment; to stop dillydallying around with "Tour of Homes" weekends and real estate magazines. He had promised to finally list his home for a reasonable number and do what he had wanted to do all this time: settle down with one house for the rest of his life.
We'd get through the listing paperwork and then he'd meet with his accountant and then waver. What if he listed his home and it sold and then he couldn't find what he really wanted?