My former business partner called to ask if I would look over a run down house he was considering for a flip. He had not seen me since me for many years, as I left the reno industry, quite a while ago. He had NO idea what I look like now.
I pulled into the driveway, and he and the real estate agent were chatting. I got out of my car, wearing red suede heels, black dress pants, a white crepe blouse with a red cami underneeth, and carrying a Coach purse, and my femme briefcase.
As I walked up the drive I could clearly tell he had no clue who I was. As I got closer, I took off my sunglasses so he could get a better look. On recognition, he became totally dumbfounded. I wish I could have photographed that look. The agent looked just as confused, as I'm sure my freind had said 'There he is now' or something as I drove up.
I introduced myself to both of them as Celeste.
We toured the house, and I declared it $70,000 overpriced. The R.E. agent was astounded, and said that was exactly his impression. We had a good long chat, catching up with the years, and other than lots of missed/mixed pronouns there was no problem.
I'm sure he had some great dinnertime conversation with his wife.
Originally Posted by Rogina B
Ten Years Living 24/7 as a Mature Lady
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