Apartment Guru: The Dirty Broker


Dear Apartment Guru,

I had something disgusting happen the other day -- while being shown the world's best apartment (a gorgeous one bedroom with phenomenal lighting and a modicum of outdoor-space in my price range) my broker came onto me. There are about 100 reasons I don't want to ever call him again -- let's just say he wears calf length shorts with a tie and you can see his hair plugs. I can barely see myself using his unctuous pen with which to sign a lease.

So what do I do? Do I have to go through not-so-studly or can I reroute this whole process and still make this place with the amazing bathroom lighting and backyard garden mine?

--Feeling Dirty in Dallas