Dear Diary #5: I’m Going For It, I’m Going To Lowball The Seller

It’s been almost five days since I saw her. I’ve managed to keep my cards close to my chest. Probably too close, for too long.

In the past two days I’ve been viewing other properties with Stuart (my estate agent), because he was still oblivious to the fact that I had already seen the one. Five whole days ago.

Crickey, what a wild goose chase I’ve led that poor bastard on. And myself included, to be honest. What a waste of time!

But then again, I shouldn’t have such a one track mind. Something better might have come along. It happened to my ex’s so many times.

Of course, it didn’t happen for me. I just increasingly pined after her the more I looked at others.

This morning Stuart called me and enquired whether I was game for viewing more properties that had recently become available, all meeting my requirements. I thought about it for a moment, and promptly came to the realisation that I sincerely can’t be bothered to continue the wild goose chase, so I put my cards on the table.

Well.

Kinda’

Stuart, I’m a bit bored of property hunting, nothing seems to grab a hold of me.

I might just put an offer on the [insert road] house, because it’s the best of a mediocre bunch and I’m sure it will be a good BTL investment. I’m not going to be living there, so I don’t have to love it.

Okay, great. So shall I put in an offer?

£155k.

*short silence*

Did you say £155k? The asking price is £165k, I’m not sure he’s going to go for it…

Do it.

Back to my original question: is there a legitimate correlation between playing the long game and cheeky offers being accepted in the property buying world?

Only time will tell.

I’ll be back.