A few days ago I posted a blog about Cupid being a jerk. Apparently he wasn’t ready to end his antics just because it was Valentine’s Day, so he gave me another story to add yet that night:
As if my online dating experiences weren’t strange enough: A few hours after I posted this, I received an email on one of the online dating sites I use. It was from a profile I’d not seen – there was no photo, but it had been filled out somewhat, more than many, actually. The email said, simply, “No longer with [insert ex-boyfriend’s name here], I see.” Except WITH the ex’s name – something I think I included in one, maybe two blog posts at least a year ago, if not farther back.
I responded, “Nope, I haven’t been for a while. Who is this?”
The person said his identity didn’t matter and wished me luck in my search. I asked again who it was, he responded again that it didn’t matter.
The next morning the emails – and the profile – were gone. Deleted by the original sender.
And, for now, so is my own profile. Hidden by me.