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Bloggy Blog #43

To the girl I went out for coffee with once, whose email keeps sending me spam now

Hello there,
   Long time no see! Well, I guess we're not really seeing each other, but you know what I mean. I do hope you remember me. Although I guess you really don't have to, if you don't care to. It has been awhile. It might be cool if you did remember me, though.

If you'll recall, we went on a sort of mini-date one time. It was mini because all we did was meet up at a Starbucks for about an hour. I ordered a small black coffee, which you felt the need to comment on how weird that was. And that's okay! You ordered a light triple soy low fat chai gluten free vegan mocha amarettiofrappachiano or something along those lines. You were very well dressed, sporting a fun purple top and nice-fitting jeans for the occasion. It was a fun time! I really did enjoy hearing you talk about your own life for almost sixty straight minutes, topped off with the only query aimed toward me. "You're not much of a talker in person, are you?" Ha, you got me!

Anyway, I'm writing to let you know about an email address we used to correspond back and forth with back in the day. It's from a Yahoo account, which nobody really uses anymore. Maybe you still do? I don't know. That's really your prerogative. I totally still use one of my old Yahoo accounts just to play fantasy sports. I know, I know, you said fantasy sports were really stupid. But it's just a guilty pleasure of mine.

Enough about me, obviously. Back to you! Specifically this email account. Hoo boy, you will not believe the sort of things it is sending my way! Links to boner pills, loans, boner pills, XXX sites, boner pills, even one about some flight rewards aboard an airline that doesn't seem to exist. Sure is a lot of things to digest, I know. And while I should feel honored at least your spammy self is thinking of me, I'm afraid I am just not interested in any of these products you are trying to push my way. Would it be at all possible for you to log into your Yahoo account maybe once these next few years? Maybe delete the account? Just some ideas, you know.

So, yeah, if there's something you can maybe do about this issue, that would be greatly appreciated. At least all this mail is being filed straight to my spam folder. Which, looking back on it, maybe all of your emails should have been sent there in the first place, wherein I could be $6 richer with an hour of my life back.

Cheers!

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