Once upon a time, not so long ago (OK. Long ago), there was a princess…well, a beautiful girl… fine… a teenager going through an awkward stage…anyway…. This girl liked a boy and he became her first boyfriend. This girl was me and the boy was a tall, exotic, Colombian-Italian, named Damian. He had big brown eyes and dark thick hair in a skater’s cut draped over one eye. He was a “bad boy” as he lived with his 20-year-old sister for reasons unknown. He was my first kiss.
Not this guy above but I am sure that I wished it was. The hair is the same though.
He also sat in his dark room listening to death metal all day. He never left the house. There was a rumor that he was actually a vampire…which, of course, made him more attractive…at first. I spent that summer pretending to enjoy the soothing lyrical poeticism of what eventually evolved into screamo but at that time sweetly referenced mutilation, necrophilia, and of course Satanism. Once I started to actually understand the words I quickly got to the point where I could not listen to one more Sepultra song. But I had never made out with a boy before… this was intoxicating.
Then… I met his friend, Brad. Brad had long, curly, light brown hair, he was tall and skinny, and he and I chatted about more mainstream music…hair bands (the original boy band). He wore a leather jacket and what is now called skinny jeans, then… we just called them jeans…with holes. I was smitten.
I wasn’t married to Damien. We only kissed, right? Right? Common guys!! I was a young teen. Guys!!! Whatever…
So, one day I was at the mall with my friends, Shana and Marie, when one of them pointed out the cute guy against the wall…you know, badass 90’s stance, one leg up on the wall like you just don’t give a flip. You know where this is going. It was Brad. I went over. My gfs thought I was one bad bitch. I was like a Beyoncé if she had been around at that point.
I went right up to Brad and told him that I liked him more than my “boyfriend.” I told him that I was tired of listening to depressing music and sitting in Damian’s dark room all day. I gave him my number and was sure that he would call me. After all, I was kinda cute and we hit it off, right? NO!!!!!
He did not call me!!! He called Damian.
About a week later I was standing in front of the mirror teasing my hair to eternity when my mother called up that I had a friend at the door. That’s weird. None of my friends are in walking distance, hmmm.
Well it wasn’t a friend. It was Amy. She was the hot, blonde a couple of grades ahead of me. The convo went like this.
Amy: Look, I just want to let you know that Damien is breaking up with you. I am going to be his girlfriend.
Me: Ok. That’s cool. I like his friend anyway.
Amy: Yea.. he doesn’t like you back.
Me: (fake laugh) As if. They’re both buggin anyway. (closes door. Bawls my eyes out for 18 seconds. Goes to the mall with friends)
What I took away from this pivotal moment of my life was that you do not create an exclusive situation with a person or entity until you know what they are bringing to the table. I liked the idea of an exotic, bad boy which clouded my judgment on the fact that he wasn’t fun. Oh, and not to be an asshole. I learned not to be an asshole too. #douchemove
How does this little discussion on my early bad choices in men (which carried into my adulthood) relate to real estate? Here it is folks.
Your contractors. Many of us like to have that one contractor that we go to for everything. Awesome!! Make sure that guy or gal is the right one. Better yet, have a few that have their own strong suits. I know that if I need it done yesterday, I call one guy. If I need someone who can be creative and inexpensive, I call another guy. If I need a mf’in artisan, there is another guy. When you build your team, you should have the “go to” guy but also the “back up” plan.
My colleague, Chris, purchased a home at an auction and called me in to help him maximize his investment potential. I took a look at the house, gave him some advice on the upgrades needed, and called in the contractors.
Chris is going to have to pick who is going to do the rehab on this flip based on more than just the bottom line. This choice will probably be the one he uses most of the time in the future…unless he messes it up, of course.
We called in three contractors that I know. That day we had three handsome handymen hoping to get their hands on this house.
It was important for Chris to meet each of these guys and not just let me pick based on the scope of work and here is why.
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I was born an entrepreneur. I am pretty certain that I was peddling passies in the hospital when the nurses left the room.All of the other kids in the neighborhood were riding bikes and playing with dolls I was selling jewelry out of a catalogue and creating a back yard consignment shop. At 21 I became a real estate investor and fell in love. This was/is/ and always will be my passion. I have been madly in love with flipping, holding, and writing offers on real estate that seem crazy for 18 years. Ladies and gents I am willing to share the love of my life with you. Maybe its polyamory maybe its jut because I can’t shut up about it. Either way I will be sharing every mistake I ever made and the lesson that came from it. I love questions. Please ask away!!!