To: [Erica's email]
From: [carljohnson184]Erica,
How are you doing? I have been on your website, and read some of your articles, and really liked them. I also saw your picture, and think that you are very pretty. Would you like to have lunch with me sometime?Carl
[Carl's phone #]
To: [carljohnson184]
From: [Erica's email]Hi Carl,
How exactly did you find me?
Thanks,
Erica
To: [Erica's email]
From: [carljohnson184]Erica,
I found you by reading about you in the paper. Then, I checked you out on the twitters website. Thats how I found your website. Would you like to call me today?Carl
[Carl's phone #]
To: [carljohnson184]
From: [Erica's email]Sorry, who are you?
To: [Erica's email]
From: [carljohnson184]Erica,
I am a 35 year old single male from Eagan, MN. I just thought it would be nice to get to know you better. Would you be up for meeting me?Carl
[Carl's phone #]
To: [carljohnson184]
From: [Erica's email]I’m afraid I can’t do that, considering I know nothing about you, and I have a girlfriend.
You get points for ballsiness, though. Wow.
So I was in this Star Tribune article about Twitter. Where the article is doesn’t even matter because the STrib‘s website sucks and its links die after a few weeks. And, truthfully, you’re not missing much by not reading the article. So it goes up online on Sunday and runs in print in the Monday Variety section. A couple of my co-workers happened across it and asked if that was me. Nobody actually asked me about Twitter. Although, I suppose, if they read the article they’d know what it was.
Point being it wasn’t that big a deal. I mean, it’s kinda cool to be in the paper, but when you have reservations about the quality of the paper (and the relevance of the print version), that tempers it a little.
And then a week later I get this email from Carl Johnson. Honestly, it didn’t even occur to me to be freaked out that he could find out anything about me, including how to contact me. It freaked me out that I couldn’t find anything out about him on the internet.
His hesitance to actually share any information about himself when asked didn’t help. Not that I was contemplating actually meeting the guy or giving him any more information not already readily available on the internet. Plus I think it concerned Missy a little, even though she played it cool.
It did make me realize that a lack of an About section on this here blog probably helped this scenario happen. I generally assume anybody that reads this already knows me in person or has been reading along long enough that they already know that background info. There’ll be a fix for that in a bit. That’s just poor form on the internet. My bad.
