Evening Standard: Estate agents make me think of flaky dates
Thu 16 May 2013
As my search for the first flat drags on, I've realised that hunting for a home is like going on a succession of dates. Really bad dates. The kind where you wish-10 minutes in-that you'd asked a friend to preform the emergency escape phonecall protocol ("Your whole family has bubonic plague? I'll be right there"). each estate agent seems to embody a different kind of bad boyfriend. There's Foxton's, stalkers extraordinaire, who wear you down with calls until you agree to go out with them, even though all your friends have warned you off them. Then, they turn up late in a racing green Mini that you're embarrassed to be seen inand suggest places far beyond your budget (Paris! And you're paying!) Dexters takes a different track.
They're the guys who come on really strong at first-bombarding you with badinage-before suddenly disappearing. When you bump into them months later they're engaged to someone else. As for Marsh & Parsons they're out of my league, presumably hooking up with oligarchs' daughters. So im starting to wonder: how many Foxtons frogs must i meet before one morphs into a property prince?