Scott, I keep thinking about you, dreaming of you, and wishing for you...I don't know what to do with myself. God told me that you were the one---well, I'm pretty sure it was God--that you were it; the man I'm gonna marry. I know that the web is a big, sad, scarry, devilish place, but please believe that my intentions are true...I'm not some weirdo, I promise! I guess I am desparate to know if you feel the same thing about me that I feel about you. So, Scott, if that girl that you barely know is the one who God told you to marry too, that you are supposed to spend the rest of your life with her---when you get back here, find me...please...
