On the Dating Scene

No, not really -- it just feels like it.  We (the royal "we" of course) have been on the hunt this week with hungry bloodhounds for a beach house.  And when do we want the house?  Um, next week.  Nothing like waiting until the last milli-second, but Daddy Mac just got the go-ahead.  Oh, and by the way, would you make that a Monday-to-Monday deal, not Saturday-to-Saturday like, well, you know, normal people who can plan ahead.  Ah, it all harkens me back to the dating scene, and makes me miss it all the less -- if that is possible.

Instead of a crowded bar at happy hour, the background setting here is www.VRBO.com (Vacation Rentals By Owner), pretty much the Match.com of vacation rentals.  You get on and check off what you want -- city, size of the house, bedrooms, amenities, etc.  You know, what's your "type?"  Do you go for tall, dark and handsome or are you a sucker for oceanfront with four bedrooms and wi-fi?

So "we" started off looking at Topsail Island after all the rave reviews we've heard.  Man, we scoured that island up, down and sideways.  We couldn't get a date with anyone it seemed,  until we flirted with one place, but they couldn't do Monday-to-Monday.  Apparently they were seeing someone else that Saturday.  Well, la-dee-da!  There are other beach houses in the sea, although one on land is our preference.

Next we moved on to Bald Head Island, a spectacular place we visited four years ago, loved it, and have always wanted to visit again.  We pounded the pavement (as much as you can on the internet) and found a real studmuffin -- a huge place, newly renovated with granite countertops and NO MAUVE anywhere.  Oh, and it is was cheap.  (Not slutty "cheap," bargain cheap!)  So there we were about to kiss and seal the deal, but alas, the Monday-Monday was a deal breaker yet again.  It's enough to give a girl a complex and drive her to Botox.  At that point I (I mean, we) pretty much threw myself at anyone whose place seemed available -- Kill Devil Hills, Wrightsville Beach, and pretty much any beach with sand in North Carolina.  People on the hunt have to get aggressive sometimes, right?  Alas, rejection.  No prom date and no sandy shangri-la.

Step up to the plate, hunky Bachelor Number 3, a really cool log cabin overlooking the water that was ready commit.  It actually proposed with a ring/contract and wanted to seal the deal.  However, just as we were about to scream, "I do!," we were swept off our feet by dashing Bachelor Number 4...

Insert chorus from Katy Perry's "Hot'n'Cold" here --

"Cuz you're hot then you're cold
 You're yes then you're no
 You're in then you're out
 You're up then you're down."

Behind Door Number 4 was Wrightsville Beach glistening in the sun with a great central location, both sound and ocean views, walking distance to the beach and shops, and a dock.  Ah, we were smitten.  It was love at first sight -- of its pictures on the internet.  We decided to settle down and live happily ever after, at least from next Monday-to-Monday anyway.  Sam's already got the slogan rolling off his tongue, "Wrightsville Beach - it just feels Wright."  It had better be right because we've already put a ring on it.

Repeat chorus now and continue,

"You change your mind like a girl changes clothes..."

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