I showed a house fourteen times to the same buyer. Fourteen. She loved it the first time, said it was "the one," practically cried in the kitchen talking about where she'd put her grandmother's table. Then she wanted to see it again "just to be sure." And again. And again. She measured every room twice. She brought her sister, her mom, her coworker, her therapist. Yes, her actual therapist came to the seventh showing to "help her process the decision." By showing number twelve, the sellers were asking if something was wrong with me. I assured them she was serious. She finally put in an offer on showing fourteen. It was accepted. We were three days from inspection when she called me sobbing because she drove by a different house with a "For Sale" sign and "felt a spark she didn't feel anymore" with our house. She wanted to back out and start over. I'm now on blood pressure medication and she's on her third agent. Godspeed to whoever that is.