In addition to being pretty funny -- I like that she calls the site Voldematch -- it also shows off one of the most awkward parts of paying someone to help you with your love life:
Still, I figured I'd give it a shot. Using my best Southern accent (hoping to speak to a guy, I'll admit, plus, I was calling Texas), I called the Customer Service line, obviously staffed by the twin sister of the woman who called me every five minutes at work today. I explained my math and my position, and she informed me that she'd be happy to refund me a partial refund of $66.
"Sixty-six bucks?" I exclaimed. "But my card was charged, illegally I might add, since 180 days is less than the number given to me when I resigned, over 100!!
"Well, um," the tech-from-hell said. "That's all I'm authorized to do."
"Ok, well, I've met someone offline," I stammer. Here I go, explaining my dating life to someone who really has no business hearing about it.
I usually kind of roll my eyes at people who say that they haven't tried online dating, that "they're not that desperate," because what difference does it make if you meet someone at a bar or online? But Linds' encounter brings up a point that I had not thought of. Once money exchanges hands, your personal life becomes their business. Literally and figuratively. I'm not quite so sure how I feel about that.
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