Okay, I have claimed a little portion of the MySpace phenomenon. One of the joys of the site is the amazing amount of e-mail I get from guys wanting to be my friend (and progressing further).
Now I am not one to denigrate internet-started relationships. In fact, two couples whom I both love dearly found each other via the Web, and they are tremendously happy with having found THE right people. But so far, my luck has been less than great. One, I'm incredibly picky, and two, the "online quizzes" (especially the one that's advertised so well on TV) are still far too simple for someone as complex as I am.
Anyhooooo...... tonight I open the MySpace mail to find this great invitation (NOT corrected for spelling and grammar but certain things deleted for the other person's sake):
"my name is (Mr. X) i'm 35yrs old single with no kids. more about me i'm 5'7ft tall 142lbs.I'm white i have brown eyes and brow hair.I was born in Germany (Humburg) but i grew up and was raised up in the US.My dad was german american while my mom was native of american.I have been staying in america for about 14years now...I'm business man work as building contractor..I have one dougther him name is (Child X)...I divorce with my ex-wife a year ago...If you like to chat this is my yahoo id (deleted)..Hope to here from you back. "
Okay: first, he's single with no kids. But then he's divorced with one child -- a "dougther" who has a very DISTINCT boy's name. Riiiiiiiiiiiiiight. What he is, plain and simple, is a fraud. I don't involve myself with frauds. Don Pardo, tell him what he's lost........
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MISTER X, youuuu have lost ... NOTHING! Becuase you didn't gain anything to lose in the first plaaaace!!
But Mister X, you won't be going home empty-handed. You get a slightly-used, slightly scuffed on the right side, Franklin Spell-Check. Aaaaaand you can take your brow eyes and brown hair ... no, wait .... or is that the other way .... oh the hell with it. Just take the SPIEGEL catalog and buzz off! Back to you, Nettiemac....
"becuase"?? Sounds like I could use a Franklin Spell-Check...
Anyway, your MySpace page turns up a big 404. I guess that site has grown up - my impression of MySpace is largely that of people in their 20s, down to kids my son's age (14).
As part of one of the "two couples" you refer, let me say that - more than eight (8) years after having met Seraphim, purely by dumb chance when I was venturing into Yahoo! Personals to make fun of it - I'm still beside myself about how friggin' damn LUCKY I got.
The truth is, the internet is no better or worse than any other way for two people to connect. If one is not involved in a church, or doesn't "do the bar scene", or works too many hours to have any kind of a decent social or club life, THEN what?
The problem is, internet personals have become big business. It's MAINSTREAM. The stigma may have disappeared (in 1998, I didn't admit to many people that I met Seraphim through an ONLINE PERSONAL!), but it's been replaced with a whole lot more "Mister X" characters, trying to exploit the good people who want nothing more than a good friend or someone to keep them warm at night.
I admire you for being "incredibly picky." From one 'complex' person to another, It'll save you from a world of hurt in the long run.
Meanwhile, we pray strongly for you that someone will come out of the woodwork up there and just melt at the sight of you ... after you yourself have turned to melted Shedd's Spread at the sight of him.
It could happen. :-)
--Talmadge "Did I mention how lucky I am?" Gleck
Did Mister X ask you to help him clear out an old Nazi bank account, for which he would offer you 1/2 of 50 million US Dollars? :-)
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