I’m sitting at my laptop composing a note. I want to sound enthusiastic, yet cagey. Candid, yet confident. After an hour, I’m satisfied. I attach a cheerful photo and hope for the best.
No, I am not in the throes of an online romance. I’m bidding on yet another house in Arlington, one of the most cutthroat real estate markets in suburban Boston. Housing inventory is low, demand is high, and multiple offers are the norm. Penning a love letter to a seller — complete with personal photo — is par for the course.