He: Well, that’s a funny story, actually. It all started when I got some spam while I was away.
She: It turns out some spammer forged my email address and sent spam out in my name!
He: I wrote a funny little poem in my Out-Of-Office reply-
She: It was hilarious! I laughed for ages when I read it-
He: Because my Out-Of-Office reply went to her, not to the spammer, because her address was-
She: Yes, I thought it was sooo funny, I showed it to some friends, and they said I should write to him and tell him so.
He: I came back from a horrible business trip, and I was wading through my email, and there was this thoughtful little note, and her signature included a link to her web-site, so I checked out her blog. It was quite intriguing and beautifully written.
She: He read through all the archives. He couldn’t get enough!
He: Well, I read it for an hour or two.
She: An hour? You read it for days! I went back and checked the server logs!
He: Yeah, I guess. I must have been jetlagged.
She: Not too jetlagged to post some thoughtful comments, though! And some pretty funny ones too.
He: So, we emailed back and forth a couple of times.
She: It was him who suggested we get together for a drink.
He: And so that’s the story of how we met. And we owe it all to that spammer.
Comment by Aristotle Pagaltzis on October 11, 2006
How cute. Your forlorn is showing. So I guess all hope is not lost. :-)