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Recent experiences have left me confident there is nothing left about dating and friendships in Boston to shock or surprise me.

Nonetheless.

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.)