[Q=Resha]Ohmygod Meat Puppet; I never told you about the more recent email I got from another of those weirdos. Last month. This guy -- a very nice man, I'm sure -- emailed me and I think he thought I was his sister or something. He asked me to find him a "nice girl", a "suitable wife" -- he thought it was time for him to "settle down". I was playing bloody matchmaker! He sounded kinda sad; I think he's getting a tad desperate, unable to find someone and the like. So he ups and emails this chick called Pooja he knows and it just gets worse and worse for him because she never gets the email (I do) and his marriage and all will be further delayed :-(
I wanted to send him an encouraging email telling him he'll surely find a nice woman one day and have a lovely life, but I decided not to. In case he got ideas gahahah[/Q]
I guess that’s the punishment for having your email address too close to your real name. If indeed your email address really is close to your real name—I must admit that I have forgotten what it is exactly.
As you may already be aware, my email address is my name, and I have experienced similar phenomenon (to what you described). Of course, the people that contact me certainly are not as wild as yours, as they all come from obscure villages in the United Kingdom, rather than obscure peninsulas & murky swamps in Asia’s backwoods.
I am often confused for the beer-guzzling, women-juggling, soccer-loving “Liam MacDonald.” Yes, that’s right, several people have made the same mistake while trying to reach this “Liam MacDonald.” I don’t know what could be going through their mind at the time—Do they just forget to include the “Mac”? Perhaps they have thought gold has been struck without the “Mac”? Most of them are easily redirected, though, when I politely reply to their email, and say they have the wrong guy. They apologize and never contact me again.
However, there is one repeat offender: Liam’s sister, Cherie MacDonald. Indeed, she was the first of this bunch to ever contact me, her message being the most personal, and her emails being the most prominent. I have replied to her several times, telling her that I am NOT Liam MacDonald; however, she seems to ignore me completely, and to this very day I get all her emails for old Maccy boy. The emails are pretty much just the occasional catch-up email, but she still frequently sends me quizzes and invitations to those “get together” sites. There’s little I can do to stop her or to throw her off my scent; the crazy bitch has such a fire in her groin that she just doesn’t seem to be able to accept the fact that she’s wrong.
You know, I feel sorry for this Liam guy. He must think his sister hates him or something. Naturally, I have considered emailing him and asking to get her off my back, but I’ve never wanted to get that deep in the whole thing. I don’t want to contact any of these crazy bastards more than I have to. I’ve decided that if this Cherie is going to be stubborn about it, then I’m not going to help her anymore. Recently I put her name on the “naughty naughty list,” so her emails go exactly where they belong: the junk box.
