Oh I am scary when I write...well, a little.
Well so much for the juicy and fun stories I had planned to write about my time with the psychiatrist. I got a phone call today from him, prompted in part by my text message inviting him out this weekend, to say that his "situation had changed", and let us just "leave it at that".
Pissed off was my initial reaction. Partly with him, and partly with the dating agency that set us up. I have paid good money, fine money, exorbitant money even, for this company to find me suitable men to date. And when the last two that they have set me up with have proven to be either outright duds, or clearly about to get involved with someone else - it does piss me off to waste both my time and money.
So I sent the agency a terse letter voicing my disappointment in their service. Well, at least I thought it was terse until I sent a copy of it to Ho. I thought it was direct and implied my anger and extreme "pissed-off-ed-ness" (ok, not a word, but you get the idea). Apparently, Ho thought it sounded quite polite.
Shit. Next time I need to write a letter of that nature, I think I might have to out-source. Offers for this job are most welcome.