Dress for the Bowflex

I seriously just changed my shirt twice because someone was coming to buy an item I put on Craigslist.  The first shirt was a boring, long-sleeved striped shirt, and the last shirt was another boring, long-sleeved striped shirt, but I changed it up by putting a t-shirt on over it.  It was a very casual "I didn't try too hard" kind of look.

Now why would I go to the trouble?  Because I was selling a Bowflex and I, quite obviously, could still use a Bowflex.

We don't have space for the Bowflex now and I wasn't taking the time to use it - we definitely needed to sell it.  I'd had it up since January, when everyone else was selling their Bowflex to New Year's Resolutionistas.
See, one New Year's Eve, you resolve to get in shape and "invest" in your resolution by purchasing some exercise equipment.  The next New Year's Eve, you resolve to declutter your house and get rid of the exercise equipment because, at the end of the day, if you don't make time and actually work out, exercise equipment only serves as a laundry holder.  I found that out with a treadmill two years ago, but somehow it didn't stick with the Bowflex.

I have spent three days since I reposted the Craigslist ad going back and forth with people who offered to trade for a 10-year-old Coach purse (seriously?), asked me to deliver it (ummm...), and then didn't get back to me.  Finally, a guy emailed who gave a realistic offer and kept up all day long.  At about 3 pm, we were confirmed: he would come to get it, tonight.  Then of course I got like five other emails asking to see it next week if it was still available.  Ahhhh Craigslist...

As the day wore on, I was set.  Then, the fears crept in - at first they were the usual Craigslist fears of any Criminal Minds fan.  Be on the phone as they arrived so someone else knows they're here, make sure the merchandise is close to the front door to minimize the time they spend in the house, take cash only, and, of course, reread all correspondence for signs the unsub may have dropped.

Then I caught myself in a mirror and the new fears arrived.  I'm selling a Bowflex.  I have told this person that I'm finished with a Bowflex, that we "loved" this Bowflex.  And here I am in horizontal stripes quite a bit too portly to be selling a Bowflex.  Some buff gym rat was going to show up, talking about how hard it was to find the place, then reach in his pocket for the cash, look at me and say "Wait, um, are you sure you should be getting rid of this?"

I tried on a thick sweater, but that was too impractical.  Then he would know that Aaron had done most of the dismantling and heavy lifting.  It also was too dressy - why would I be dressing up for this guy from Craigslist?  I've never been to that side of Craigslist and when the Craigslist killer got done with me, the FBI profilers would assume I had set up a date and would be looking in the wrong place!

I threw on another shirt.  Drat!  Horizontal stripes again you FOOL!  "Hey Mag, I could use a hand in here!"  "Uhhh... one second!" I grabbed a t-shirt.  Yes!  That would do it - solid over stripes, short-sleeves over long - very classic, slightly slimming.

The guy showed up like an hour later, after I had been sweating in the hot kitchen with two shirts on.  He was very nice, spoke to Aaron most of the time, and was also in need of a Bowflex.  I hope he uses it.

I, meanwhile, should probably make some time for some kind of exercise: I won't be able to sell my clutter if I have to keep freaking out and dressing for Craigslist.