Unwanted
Remember when I said I found a house I wanted? Well, they wanted a perfect credit score and that ended that.
But the house next to it opened up. My good friend rents it. And he’s moving out this summer.
The landlord called me a week ago to tell me to go over and see it and see what I think. I’ve tried the past two weekends to see it, but my friend’s been busy. So now the landlord is mad at ME for not getting there!
Jesus. Do I have a passcode to the gate and a key to the house?
I am not mad that the guy is stalking me when I was holding off on signing my lease till the last possible day, knowing this house was coming on the rental market. I frankly don’t want to fall in love with the place because it’s going to be a massive bitch to break this airtight lease I was forced to sign.
I mean, they put in a clause that I cannot bash them on social media or else I’ll get sued — it’s like they know me or something.
Unwanted attention, unasked-for stress. Story of my life, I guess. Too bad you can’t sue those who invade your peace of mind.