Me to TA: I'm dejected, I'm tired, I'm lost and I'm desperate. This house hunting business is like being a teenage boy. I mean meet a girl, we go on a date, it goes well, we kiss, I make a play for her and she leaves. When on earth am I going to find a girlfriend who'll go beyond first base? All this messing about - it's enough to do me lasting physical damage.
Later, after some chat.
TA: We just have to keep trying. I mean if we throw enough hoops one of them will end up over the pole, bound to.
Me: Is that the approach you used when you were a teenage boy?