As I called him butterflies filled my stomach in anticipation. We had a kind of easy banter about the usual stuff: shag vs. berber, square feet. He was cocky but in a good way. He said not to worry and I didn't. Promises were made and a date was set.
Two days later the doorbell rang. Unfortunately, he walked in carrying what looked like an ancient ghost-busting bag and my heart sank. He surveyed my apartment and said that I had very special stains - deep stains - dirty stains - intense stains. Stains that were going to cost more to remove. I felt crushed.
Our relationship got even worse when he then informed me that my living room was actually two rooms. This is particularly interesting since my living room is in fact one very tiny room.
After tacking on the cost of the finishing / drying process my total one bedroom apartment came to $350 plus tax. I wanted to end it there but he pleaded to stay.
My friends were right. Recommendations are key. You have to call the Institute of Inspection, Cleaning and Restoration Certification (www.iicrc.org) before you can really let a person into your life. And when you do start a new relationship make sure to get a guaranteed price over the phone.
Two weeks have passed and I would like to say I have gone on with my life and forgotten about him. Unfortunately it's hard to do. The stains have started to reappear.