Surely, I’m not getting cynical. Not Miss Law-of-Attraction Queen of Positive Energy me.
Tired and washed out.
Oh, no you don’t. Back off, you creepy little voices of self-doubt. I distract myself with work and open my e-mail. A note from my
current least favorite client has come in. Marla,
I hope you don’t plan on charging me for the two setups you have made so far this month—Penny and Lydia. Let me make it crystal clear for you, here’s what I want—a woman other men notice when she walks into a room. Even 5 pounds overweight is a deal killer. From now on, consider looks to be 95% of what I am looking for. And another thing, I can’t believe the level of flakiness I’m seeing in the women you are supposedly screening through your supposedly exclusive matchmaking service. The no-shows are a blow to the self-confidence where none should exist. I’m a good-looking guy who makes good money and drives a Porsche. I have a hell of a lot to offer a woman. So far, my renewal with Exclusive Personal Search has been a waste of money and has led to a lot of unnecessary and undeserved frustration.
I demand to see photos before I waste any more time on another date with an average-looking plump gal.
Clarence Rogers is on his fourth membership renewal and has only managed to interest a woman in a second date twice in all of that time despite his self-proclaimed good looks. Not enough fairy dust in the old wand to work that kind of magic though. Clarence is a well off contractor who worked his way up from blue-collar labor. On his best behavior, he makes watching plaster set seem interesting. But he’s hardly ever on his best behavior. Penny and Lydia both weigh under 110, yet he’s bitching. And he knows the rules about seeing pictures.
During my first three or four years working here at Double D, I would have furrowed my lightly Botoxed brow over this note, cringed, written back with meek diplomacy and obsessed over finding someone for him. After so many years on the job and my give-me-a-flippin’-break attitude, I confess I’ve gotten a bit snarky.
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I understand perfectly the type of women you are hoping to be matched up with, however, you must realize that along with exquisite beauty comes a certain amount of flakiness in this town. The 9s and 10s that you are set on meeting have a lot of options. These lovely creatures are dating the Colin Farrells, George Clooneys, and Jude Laws of the world, jetting off to exotic destinations, or lying by the pool at the Playboy mansion. You are competing with the big boys, so don’t take the flakiness too personally.
As to the photos, I’ve explained that most of our women don’t want their pictures circulated to strangers, but ultimately, this is the boss’s decision and policy. I refer you to Gary on the matter. I’ll have some names for you soon.