As I go online today,
I notice some new email.
Tossed among some bills to pay,
I spot one from a female.

At first, I felt a jitter,
If you could see my face.
Could she be from Twitter?
Or perhaps from MySpace?

I knew I just had to look,
Or else I’d feel like a newb.
Could she be from Facebook?
Or how about YouTube?

Who could she be then?
I don’t want to bet it.
Maybe from MSN?
Or a Wikipedia edit?

I’d really hope to impress,
And really hate to hog her.
Maybe she uses WordPress?
I bet that she’s a blogger.

Her message I click toward,
Let this be for real, please.
Hope she’s not from CollegeBoard,
Or even worse, TeacherEase.

Why should I be so cheap?
How could I be so frugal?
Yahoo!’s not too deep
Maybe she found me on Google.

My love life is reheated,
I feel I’m taking the bait,
But Match.com I deleted.
Maybe she’s from JDate?

Though that was yesterday,
I’m now out of that jam.
But imagine my dismay,
When I found out she was spam.

It might’ve been lust
She could’ve been fate.
It really didn’t feel just,
That she was selling real estate.

“Find your dream home now”
She says of some brand new place.
And that’s my story how,
I got lost in MySpace.

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