I am a little tired of being alone all of the time and dating sites are not that great for finding Mr. Right. Well, I decided to check out a match making service. Basically, they screen for anything that ends in singles.com.

First, there was an online form. I must have filled out three or four screens and then gave up when I could garner no information about how much their services cost.

Apparently, the info is stored even if you cancel the form because they called me the next day. They asked another dozen or so questions but declined to give me any info about what their services cost, saying they preferred to do that in a one-on-one interview. I made an appointment.

I go to their office, fill out another form, then sit through a one and a half hour interview. Now, they know everything about me- marital history, sexual preferences, my children, my personal and professional life including where I live and what I earn. They deflect every question about what their services will cost me, but somewhere in there I catch the words "criminal records check" and "bank financing"--- with no mention of who pays for the criminal records check, and they are certainly not free! (Oh, yes, I did have to sign to agree to the check, but they expected me to sign without knowing how much it would cost, and fortunately, we never got to the signing any documents stage.)

Next, they ask for three forms of I.D. I declined to give that to them until they explained to me how much they charged and the terms of their contracts/ agreements. The interviewer abruptly ended the interview and ushered me to the front door. I kid you not- she did not even pretend to offer a polite or professional good-bye and even told me not to ask anymore questions because she did not want the interviewee in the next office to hear me. (I was not speaking loudly. The walls were paper thin and I could hear him going through the same process on the other side of the wall.)

No Mr. Right for me, I guess! By the way, that is the name of that painting that I did a few years ago, "Finding Mr. Right." I did not paint anything from the personal area down so as not to be vulgar. A friend of mine joked that I left those parts out because I no longer remember what they look like. She might be on to something!