My husband and I like to look at neighborhoods. When we move to a new town, sometimes we spend a couple of years getting to know the place and seeing what neighborhoods there are, home prices, and quality of life.
A few years ago we went to see an upscale community (rental) near downtown and were given the once-over. Attractive ladies had us wait to be shown the larger view units we were interested in. We were already living in walking distance from downtown and had terrific views. There was no question whether we could afford it. My husband is a phycisist/software engineer and for being a man and his professional talent has a very high EQ (emotional intelligence). He is not, however, a Soc/Psych grad, or a woman, or me.
They were making sure our car looked good enough. It was transportation and still is for a work colleague, a 1997 Honda Accord. Now we have nicer, newer cars with AWD and killer snow tires. Then they looked at us for attractiveness and suitability to their 30-something professional vibe. The dog passed, apparently we didn’t.
I wrote a piece on a review site about the haughty staff and how we would never want to live in a place like that and was bombarded with great staff recommendations that I know didn’t come all from residents.
Here’s an excerpt from an interesting comment that came in to my inbox today:
I live at LB currently along with 5 of my former college classmates. One thing to note is that most of the people living here are above 30 and professionals. If you are looking for a party apartment complex, this might not be the one for you….
… [A]menities in the rooms are nothing special. Livable, of course, but you may find more chic and updated rooms at other places. They do have crown molding, but the floor in the kitchen is laminant and the countertops are not marble/granite.
My response:
Oh, man, I’m so glad we never moved in with rowdy college grads wanting to party all the time. “Darn, we left the keg out by the pool and the bongs in the hallway and they’re both gone – can’t understand as it’s only 3 p.m.” I made that up but hope her “laminant” flooring was left clean for the next 30’s professional tenant. No, I wouldn’t count on it.
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So, I can understand that they may want cute, hungover girls hanging out at the pool and fitness center, but why do they want their older, professional clientele dealing with mid-week keggers? The guys may sleep with them, but they’re already damaged goods with the post-college rowdiness, and they disturb neighbors with their parties. Call me a fuddy-duddy. Yeah, I didn’t even use that word ever before. Wondering, Dee
Cooking with Dee 