The great thing about the Internet is that people who you knew a lifetime ago can get in touch with you. Of course, this is also the major drawback of the Internet.

When I was single, I dated quite a bit. I met this one guy, David, at my buddy Brad's pool party. He became infatuated and sent me an acrostic poem. I don't remember what the acrostic was, though I do remember it was misspelled.

I sent him an acrostic poem of my own (the acrostic in mine was “TYPO?”). He invited me to lunch at Oracle, where he worked and also led the Oracle employee choir. After realizing he wasn't going to have the sopranos warm up, I never saw him again. You ALWAYS warm up the sopranos.

I blogged about it at the time (I think this was 2001). Hadn't heard from him in a dog's age until last week, when he invited me to join GoodReads.com, a book website.

“I'm writing Limericks now! (Clean ones only, I swear). Are you still the hot pool party chick you were when we met in 2001?” he asked in his invitation e-mail.

I wrote back: Yup, still hot — at least, my husband thinks so. Our baby thinks I'm pretty OK, too!

His reply? “Now that's one baby I'm jealous of! =-)”

Is he jealous of the baby's intimate knowledge of my netherregions, or the whole nursing thing? In any regard, I'm totally squicked out by the whole thing. And then he went on to say that he himself is MARRIED. What a slimebag.

I've never posted someone's e-mail address on my blog for for revengeful redress purposes, but I gotta admit, I'm sorely, sorely tempted.

(In the meanwhile, however, I'm enjoying goodreads.com and invite you to join — I'm listed there as Motormouth.)