The catch.

Always.

It will be on the 5th day of decent conversation with a dude, when he'll mention that he and his friends are heading this afternoon out to go look at a house.  To buy.  In the town where they are vacationing, in California.  Because one of his friends already owns a house there.  And another friend is probably moving there.  And he is probably going to buy a house there.  And move there when the lease on his Boston apartment ends in September.

The catch.

Well, at least I got 5 days of conversation, some sweet text messages, and the promise of a date in August, some night.  It isn't nothing. But it isn't exactly something, either.

About the time HBI and I were having the house-buying chat, my Pandora station (derived from Iron and Wine's "Such Great Heights") spit out the exact song I wanted to hear at that exact moment:  Beck's cover of Daniel Johnston's "True Love Will Find You in The End."

Of course.

True love will find you in the end
You'll find out just who was your friend
Don’t be sad, I know you will,
But don’t give up until
True love finds you in the end.

This is a promise with a catch
Only if you're looking will it find you
‘Cause true love is searching too
But how can it recognize you
Unless you step out into the light?
But don’t give up until
True love finds you in the end.

Not sad.  Not giving up.  In the light.  Looking.   But I think the true love searching for me keeps getting caught up somewhere else.

(In the meantime, think I'll over-listen to this cover of "Such Great Heights."   Ben Folds, thanks for being my happy thought today.)