Last night at about 1 AM, I was laying in bed reading a book about a search looking for the Holy Grail, the chalice that Jesus drank from during "The Last Supper", me a nice Jewish boy from Skokie. Earlier in the day, I received a short note from a total stranger on Match.com seeking my attention. I didn't find her attractive and way to far away from me, so I sent her a brief polite note explaining that I didn't think we were a very good match. THE END, or so I thought.
Let's get together for coffee and chat 602. 555.5555
Shortly after 1 AM, I get a vibrate on the night stand next to my bed indicating a message from someone on Match.com. Here is that note and my reply.
Hi bill
Please tell me what happened. I would like to know what happened to us.Please let me know .
Kate lord know I never met to hurt you for anything. You touched my soul . I need to know what I did wrong
Kate lord know I never met to hurt you for anything. You touched my soul . I need to know what I did wrong
MY REPLY:
RE: Hi bill
And there lies your problem, I am not Bill!
I thought that would be the end of it, as surely she would recognize her error, right? NOPE! About 30 minutes later, the next email came:
she writes:
Well then who are you. We have a lot going fir us
Please write back please
Please write back please
That's when I had to block her from contacting me. Here is another problem. I cannot decide if she was just drunk or the victim of the sleeping aid, Ambien! Let's face it, all users of Ambien have written emails like that, haven't they?
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