Her attorney got involved. That's how it ended. After eight months. Eight months of showing this woman houses every single weekend, sometimes twice on Saturdays because she'd see something new hit the market and couldn't wait until Sunday. She had full pre-approval. Like, not the fake kind, the real kind. 620 thousand. Her lender called me directly to confirm. I have the email somewhere. We wrote six offers. Six. Lost three to other buyers, fine, that happens. But the other three she pulled out of. One was because the neighbor had a boat in their driveway and she said that meant they were probably loud. A boat. In the driveway. Not even a big boat. The second one, she didn't like how the seller responded to our inspection requests. Said they seemed defensive. They fixed everything we asked for. Everything. But the way they worded the response felt aggressive to her. Third one closed without her because she needed another week to think and the sellers said no. Then in month eight she finds a place she loves, we're under contract, inspection goes perfect, appraisal comes in at value, and her attorney—who she never mentioned before—reviews the HOA docs and finds some clause about rental restrictions and suddenly she's worried about her investment potential even though she told me repeatedly she was never going to rent it out. Her attorney got involved and then she just stopped returning my calls. I ran the numbers once. Gas alone was probably 400 dollars.