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Originally Posted by Tom Joad
When I bought my first house in 1978 the bank put me through the ringer to get a mortgage. The same thing happened on house number 2 in 1986.
Then, in 2004, on house number 3 things changed. I had to deal with a "Mortgage Broker" And he acted pissed because he wanted me to go for the full amount I was approved for, instead of 40% of that amount, which was the maximum I felt comfortable with. In other words he tried to talk me into taking out a loan that would have me eating sitting on a milk crate eating Ramen noodles under a 15 Watt light bulb so that he could get a bigger commission. He didn't give a shit about whether or not I defaulted.
I said "No Thanks", but that's because I've been around the block a few times.
I can see where a lot of naive young people might think "If they approved me for that much, it must be OK".
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This pretty much mirrors my experiences. My first home was (is) small and the payments light, but the path to acceptance of my loan application was tough. My last home purchase went like this;
"You qualify for $225,000."
"I don't care, I told you no more than $110,000."
"You could have waterfront property."
"Don't care. $110,000 is it."
(Stern look)--"And, how am I ever supposed to retire off of that?"
It was all about them. It always is. The only thing the government was guilty of, at any point, was trusting a pack of wolves to behave nicely in from of a pile of fresh meat.
Zero takes their side because of kindred spirit. He's projecting.
Dave