meltdown in public. Do you ever have those days?”
I don’t, because I don’t have kids. I want children. But
I’d also like to have a partner, which I guess this is what this
whole meeting is about.
Adley works for an online dating service. You can pay
extra to have someone make your profile, write it
professionally, and find you matches. You can pay even more
to have that same agent write messages for you to prospective
matches and get the ball rolling. If you’re busy, it really saves
time. If you’re shy and awkward, it helps you get a foot in the
door. Overall, it probably weeds out everyone who lies in their
profile before you have to make a hasty escape from a really
bad date in person. I’ve had this happen a few times.
This isn’t the first online dating service I’ve tried. But
it is newer on the scene, fresher, with something to prove.
They seemed more competitive, although that sounds terrible
to term it that way. I guess the service seems like they care
more about client success because they’re fledgling and they
want to grow, and they can only do that by helping their clients
find a match. Happiness. By a match, I mean happiness,
because that’s what this is really about.
I guess most people aren’t thirty-three and desperate.
Like me. They might be whatever age, but they probably
aren’t facing the hard fact that their parents are going to start
shoving prospective matches at them anytime now if they
don’t find someone on their own. It’s already started
happening. It’s embarrassing. Horrible. I don’t want to go
through rejecting the son of my mom’s best friend again. I also
don’t want them to do their own searches or for them to pay
someone to find someone for me because they think my time