In January 2004, my inaugural online-dating foray, via Craigslist (before it got completely weird, natch), resulted in a uniformly spectacular one-night stand with a fellow with whom -- by the nature of the one-night stand and how it materialized -- no further friendship or relationship or hooking-upship was desired or necessary.
A great learning experience (she says with a wink and smile).
Last night. Via OKC. A message:
"Hello my old friend... You look fantastic. Remember little old me?"Him. He. Mr. Craiglist. Scooped from the memory banks and into new reality.
Unreal, I say. Unreal.
(I'm still working on the incredulous comeback.)