I Thought it was MY Space

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I have a MySpace account. It's a long and probably boring story as to why (I'll tell it sometime!) but I went through with it in the hopes that maybe, someday, someone from out of my past—good ol' Cooper High School, Abilene, TX—might stumble across it and drop me a line. So far, the only person who has dropped me a line definitely wasn't in my high school class.

For those of you who aren't familiar with MS (in this, one of it's less virulent but still debilitating forms [no, I mean no insult to those really battling the disease MS, I just find it interesting that a web site which is essentially an on-line plague would choose those letters for its initials]), if you have an account there your "friends" can "write" you at your web site. Then, you'll get a notice on your email account that you have a message waiting for you at MS.

I, it told me, had a message from someone named Angelique. I don't know an Angelique, and haven't ever known one as far as I can remember. Still, I was curious. Normally I would have deleted it anyway, but MS messages are (we hope) virus-free, so I opened it and read it.

MySpace is all about pictures, so all messages are usually accompanied by a picture of the person who sent it. If the picture were telling the truth (no reason to think it was!), Angelique was mid-thirties, semi-attractive blonde woman wearing either a really short skirt or a swimsuit (believe it or not, it was hard to tell).

The "letter" from Angelique said she had read my profile and wanted to meet me. Now, for those of you who don't know, part of the "fun" of MySpace is creating a profile. You fill in some blanks and can tell the reading world (as if they cared) about yourself, from your gender to your preferences to your favorite movies and songs.

In theory, then, Angelique had read my profile and thought I'd be someone she would "click" with. I had my doubts right from the start because the "letter" was addressed to "Dear Cutie". I might be cute (my wife thinks so, anyway), but if Angelique had really read my profile she would have addressed me by name, which was clearly printed on the profile. She would have also read that I was happily married.

All that aside (or in mind), after I deleted Angelique's "letter" I almost wished I had replied back because I began to wonder what the sender was after. Was it just a really lonely person searching for friends? I doubt it. Was it a police officer somewhere trolling for pedophiles (wouldn't "Trolling for Pedophiles" make a great name for a rock band, Mr. Barry) or other law-breakers?

My guess is that it was someone who hoped that I would write back so they could sell me something. That brings up the question of "What?" Was she going to sell me some bonds stored in a Swiss bank by a Nigerian official? Cut-rate Viagra? A time-share? Or just something so base as internet prostitution?

I'm always fascinated by such speculation. I don't get as much spam for discount pharmaceuticals as I used to, but I have always wondered who their takers were. If I've got a heart problem, or just an ED problem, I'm not trusting a complete stranger to TAKE MY CREDIT CARD then send me drugs, which could possibly KILL ME if I take them. See, there are so many reasons to be suspicious I can't believe that anyone gets sucked in. Someone must, though, or the spammers wouldn't keep trying.

I almost hope Angelique writes back. I'd kind of like to know what goes on.

But even if she does, my good sense will probably triumph over my curiosity and I'll just hit "delete" like I always do.

Comments? Email me at martha917@yahoo.com