How do you seduce a Vancouver woman? Whisper sweet mortgages in her ear. Every woman in the lower mainland of BC seems to want in on the property game and sees a man as a way to do it.
I met a woman in The Cascade a while ago. Within a minute she was talking property. She’d just returned to Vancouver from Ontario and was staying with her parents while she looked for a place to buy. Then she asked me where I live. When I told her she said something like, “That’s come up in the world lately, hasn’t it?” She was starting to look on me as a potential real estate partner, which is all she really wants.
Sadly, this seems to be the primary purpose of the modern relationship here. Feelings are secondary, at best. With real estate prices going up and up, it takes two incomes to even dream of owning a home. Even with two incomes, I wonder how some couples can afford to buy. I guess they have to keep flipping them. That reminds me, I hope the couple down the hall finishes their reno soon. The noise is getting to me.
Vancouver has been the most expensive city in Canada to live in for most of the seven and a half years I’ve lived here and, based on what I’ve read, most of the last twenty to thirty years. Unfortunately, we don’t have nearly the highest wages. Employers aren’t exactly famous for their largesse. So, women were in it for the money as it is. Even a grocery store cashier who I always made laugh had to bring up the subject of money when I suggested we laugh somewhere else. Sorry, not good enough. Come to think of it, why can’t we turn the tables? Where do you find rich women? Where do they go for happy hour?
If this hasn’t happened in your city yet, get ready. Vancouver is at the vanguard. It brought you fusion cooking and mixed race couples. Real estate partner relationships and marriages are next.
So, if you want to make her weak in the knees, lean in and whisper, “25 year variable rate closed…” If you really want to show her you’re in it for the long haul, softly say, “40 year fixed rate closed”. She’ll be yours and you’ll be in debt together until you’re old and wrinkly.
This post appears in the March 30, 2008 edition of the Carnival of Observations on Life.