Dear Miss Snark,
I’m the guy that wrote recently about a “partial date” and “full date” with a literary agent. We did end up going out on a “full date”. I didn’t realize literary agents are so limber, but never mind all that.
Anyway, we had an intense but brief relationship. She dragged me all over town and introduced me to her family and friends. And then she suddenly dumped me. She said none of her family or friends had a sufficient level of enthusiasm for me. She said I’m a nice guy but I’m not viable in today’s market.
Then I met some bimbo agent named Babs. I thought well why not, and so I asked her out. I found out Babs the bimbo is the queen of vanity. She presses me to take her to the most expensive places and spend wads of cash on her. And not to be too crude, but even though she promises me amazing rewards I never get anything in return.
Should I give up on literary agents and start dating publishing company editors?
Here are some very good choices.