You were so nice and welcoming at the time. I guess that’s your job – a sort of sales person, per se. Gosh, you even sent us a holiday card and a thank you card. I was beginning to feel like this was the start of something beautiful. I sent you emails, you responded. I left you messages, you called us back.
Everything was going so great until March 15, 2013 when you broke up with me and didn’t even have the decency to call? Sure, you sent a letter which is a bit more personal than an email but you spelled my daughter’s name wrong (maybe we actually don’t want this school)? No biggie given that you referred referred to my friend's son as a "her" in their break-up letter. You even had someone else do your dirty work – our letter from you came from the head of school. I like so remember having my friend break up with someone for me in fourth grade! In all seriousness, she did at least leave us a hand written love note saying how sad she was that you didn’t have room for us.
I called and emailed you right away. No response. I left another message and sent another email – still nothing. Finally, on Monday you respond telling me “please don’t freak out. It’s not over”. Oh THANK GOODNESS – please tease me, let me cling onto something! It’s in this email I find out you have six (girl) spots and you have accepted ten girls so you need four to decline before going to your waitlist. Your friend down the way tells me she has 12 girl spots and had accepted 19 so she needs seven to decline before going to the waitlist.
Since we are talking about waitlists, why do you torture me with false hope? I have an idea - Why don’t you reject everyone with the exception of the very few who are truly waitlisted? By doing this it might hurt those so much less who actually got an rejection? And, for those that got a true waitlist, they will have an idea as to where they stand. Ohhhh, but that would be too transparent and we can’t have any of that can we??
Transparency. I have used this word about times since we broke up. I know now that you were cheating on me with about 220 (200-250) other families for six spots? Of course I didn’t know about this at the time; maybe I wouldn’t have fallen so in love with you if you were honest. Your other friend down the way told me their numbers within five minutes of meeting us. I still love them. That’s a nice little chunk of change you made ($20,000ish) from all of us vying for your love.
I still can’t get over you. I called hoping to get a better understanding of why you broke up with us. I have no choice but to accept your decision but please remember, I have feelings. Your response, “I’m sorry but as a general rule I don’t meet with families that did not get in. I am sure you can understanding how time consuming this would be if every family wanted to meet”. WOW – I am wondering if that would be more time consuming than the time we spent falling in love with you?
Like all relationships there is something to be learned here, on both sides. I wish you the best.
I hope that none of my friends want to date you in the future.