My Dot Com

Years ago I looked at curtisjones.com and saw that it was for sale. That might be fun to own. According to the Wayback Machine, it had been used for precisely nothing its entire existence, which was a little sad, and a lot fortuitous.

The domain reseller follows up with an email and we talk on the phone. THREE THOUSAND DOLLAR. Fun, yes, but not three thousand dollars of fun. I more-or-less apologize for wasting his time and move on.

A year or two passes....

The same sales guy follows up. The seller is looking to liquidate. On a whim and without any expectation of success I offer a thousand. I'm not going a penny higher and I really shouldn't even offer that much, but, there it is. "And if he accepts, you're ready to do this immediately?" Sure, why not.

There's this other Curtis Jones. I long suspected they hoped he would buy it. I guess he wasn't interested.

There's this feeling I get when I put an offer on a property, mostly expecting a counter offer or more haggling or something and then the offer comes back counter-signed and I'm like oh crap this is real.

Ten minutes later I was sending the money for the domain.