It seems like a young man from Springfield, Illinois used my email address, mistakenly I hope, to sign on. I contacted "Match" through their site right away to let them know of this error, but the emails kept coming. Emails as in matches. Each day, Evan, as I learned from my correspondence to him to me, was getting emails containing some photos and details of some very lovely young ladies.
To be honest, I did look at one email, but the rest I deleted. I couldn't help think of him waiting, not realizing his error, thinking no one wanted him. So knowing his user name, I attempted to guess at his gmail address (not mine, but perhaps his actual address), and I sent him a very nice note explaining the mistake.
While no reply came from him, the matches kept coming. Each day an email awaited
Then, I received an email (I can't figure out why) with his password--"rumpustime." That made me laugh, it reminded me of Mercer Mayer's Where the Wild Things Are, "Let the wild rumpus begin!" But then, not a moment later, I was creeped out. On what kind of rumpus was he thinking of embarking with the ladies who were filling my inbox each morning?
So I searched the match.com customer support site again this time looking for a phone number. I could not one. I googled them, finally came upon a contact phone number, and spoke to a very nice but perplexed representative. I explained that while I once found Match to be very helpful (meaning Brad + Ellie kissing in a tree...), I no longer needed them nor was I Evan Stewart of Springfield, Illinois, no matter what email this misguided 24-year-old shared.
About 20 minutes later, after being on hold while he made sure this was done right, a block was placed on Evan's account. The emails stopped.
Still, I can't help wonder about Evan, so tonight I used said password to see what was up. The hold on the account is still there which means he hasn't tried to access it. Which means he's getting charged for a service he's not taking advantage of. Which means he's pretty clueless.
It makes me sad. And, it makes me wish I had a blog back in my dating days because my dating life was much livelier (properly lively of course) than boring ol' Evan's.