It's 2013

Warning: This blog is intended for adult audiences. I usually refrain from cursing. And by refrain, I mean I curse when it will get me a laugh or when I am so frustrated, I can't use my words. If you are offended by curse words, don't read my blog. If you are really offended by curse words, then we probably aren't friends.

I emailed the Dating Coordinator about getting some feedback. For future reference, I may refer to Dating Coordinator as TB, That Bitch. I had exchanged phone numbers with the last two matches and thought I might hear from them. I didn't. The response from that bitch was, "After consulting with one of my co-workers, he suggested that is 2013 and if you exchanged phone numbers, he might want you to contact him." Seriously? That is feedback? Are you fucking kidding me? I'm paying you more money than I want to admit and your advice is that I have to call him! Lucky for me, I don't have to pay extra for the condescending attitude. And I know condescension. I use it well. The only revelation you can share with me is that it is 2013? Maybe she thought I was still writing the wrong date on my checks. Maybe she thought I was writing 1954 instead of 2013 and she was doing me a huge favor. Thank god she informed me of that! I had no idea it was the 21st Century. I was still putting on my chastity belt each morning as I jumped into my sidesaddle to ride my horse to work. Wait, I wouldn't be going to work, I would be riding to the general store to buy something to make my husband for dinner. Without knowing it was 2013, I might have thought that women should be seen and not heard, or only be barefoot and pregnant, or some other ludicrous shit. Has she not seen any chick flicks in her life? I want to refer her to "He's Just Not That Into You" and require her to watch it immediately. This should be mandatory for anyone working there. For anyone interested in dating, male and female, because Alex and Gigi evolve so perfectly. You can even ignore their last scene.

I did find out that I get to meet with a Dating Coach. At about the six month mark, I get to meet with a Dating Coach who is also a certified Life Coach. Apparently I am supposed to be excited about that part. She is ALSO a certified Life Coach (there was emphasis on also). Because I haven't figured out how to live for the past 42 years? I can't to find out her words of wisdom. Maybe she will tell me I don't owe him sex if he buys me dinner. I do need a Dating Coach, but I've got the 'living my life' part down pat. I've not only secured gainful employment, but have changed jobs twice to make sure I was employed in a place I love doing what I love. I've not only purchased a house, but paid off the mortgage. I've managed to fill my house with things I love- craft supplies, canning supplies, dogs. No coach needed.  This is 2013 after all.