I Suck! And I don't mean in a good way.

So here I am, back in fabulous Canada on the even more fabulous west coast and it's good. Despite all of the obvious drawbacks in my life currently it's still good. And then today I get the first of what I am sure will be many letters from various creditors wanting money. Which I understand. I won't bore you with the details of why they want money (stupid non-working husband who gets himself a girlfriend as soon as we finally have enough money coming in to actually pay my stupid student loans!!! Okay, so maybe I will bore you). Anyway, this one was relatively small and I am determined to get everything back under my control so I called them and we settled it and it's all good. But the part where I really suck (and not in a good way) is that I actually flirted with the collections guy. Because he had a hot voice. And he was nice. And he knocked $200 off of the outstanding amount due. It was great! But not great at the same time. You see what I'm saying here. I so obviously need to find myself a boytoy of some description because when you start flirting with collections agents with hot voices on the phone you know you're in trouble. Bah!