These are just of the few headlines I found on the Internet when I was searching for a real estate agent in Marin County:
"World Needs Jonathan Marks"
"Burning Man Enthusiast Moonlights as Real Estate Agent"
"Marin Real Estate Companies Vie for Jonathan Marks"
"Jonathan Marks Helps Little Old Lady With 119 Cats Buy Bungalow Next to his Own Home"
"Jonathan Marks for President"
I couldn't believe it. The headlines just went on and on. No one had anything negative to say about this real estate agent by the name of Jonathan Marks. I was dubious, of course, because everyone knows real estate agents are sharks with shoes. So, I told my girlfriend about the legendary real estate agent named Jonathan Marks that I had learned about on the Internet. She too was dubious to say the least. So, we set up a meeting with the guy really just to check out the validity of what we had read. We had no intention of working with him, because we figured that he was paying people to lie. I mean, what real estate agent has countless adoring followers? The stories were just too incredible to be true. I told my girlfriend, "If he offers to take us to coffee or something let's decline, because he probably sneaks a devotion elixir into whatever you drinkâ€. I don't want to sound cynical or anything, but really we're talking about a real estate agent. Aren't they just a step above used car salesmen.
We met him just outside Forestville, because, even though we were really looking to move to Marin, we thought it would be a good test of his patience. So, we pretended to be unsure of just where we were looking to move. If I remember correctly we arrived at our first meeting ahead of him. It was a hot and dusty parking lot at the crossroads to nowhere. From out of the distance came a silver SUV with a lone driver. The SUV turned into the parking lot so I strained through my sunglasses to get my first glimpse of this mythical figure. And when I did I thought, "This can't be Jonathan Marks, he's too young, he's too good looking, he's too fit, and he's half naked! Then it clicked and I recognized him. Fabio, the Italian male fashion model was getting out of the car in the dusty parking lot just outside Forestville. Was he lost? Was this some reality TV set and were my girlfriend and I about to be in some spontaneous skit with Fabio? So many possible explanations flitted around my head.
And then it happened. This long, lean, handsome and tan male in a diaphanous tank top exits his SUV and approaches us with a big smile on his face, extends his gracefully muscular arm, his leonine hair blowing in the breeze and says, "Hi, I'm Jonathan Marks." That was two years ago and about two hundred houses ago.
Jonathan Marks is the most patient man I have ever met in my life. If it weren't for him and his Zen-like manner, I am certain my girlfriend and I would have abandoned this home-buying project a long time ago for reasons too many and too personal to list here. As it is we recently closed on a house and we'll wait to see if he keeps his promise to visit. Incidentally, he is the best hugger ever. read more