On Unemployment!

I shocked yet another poor bloke today. The fact that I am unemployed seems to disturb the delicate balance of corporate trolls, ex-boyfriends, current friends, men in lust et al. This chappie turned up at my doorstep claiming to be my 'Relationship Manager' (I had no clue that those even existed. I almost gave him bear hug, screeching "Where were you all these years?", when it struck me that he wasnt one of Cupid's employees). Trying to sell me a 'Golf Credit Card' (yes golf) was he. He spent a good half an hour trying to figure out how any self-respecting, young woman can not be employed. Then he struck gold, or so he thought, "You must be married!".