First, refresh yourself on George of MySpace article fame:

You don't know MySpace until you know George Jack. He is a 48-year-old who is looking for "the perfect women who is smart as well as nice eye candy." I am in his Top 8. He has 137 friends. Almost all of them are people with names like "Girlz Only," "Candiberry" and "Howard Stern."

When I respond to George, he starts barraging me with messages. What is my favorite drink? Can we change where we meet? No, and no. We meet in Union Square, and it's kind of like "Sleepless in Seattle" except that he lives in his parents' basement in The Bronx and I want to kill myself.

Let's be fair. George is pretty cool. I like his spirit. He goes to Club Med all the time, his last girlfriend was a smoking hot 26-year-old (just check the picture in his wallet) and it's not weird at all. He enjoys NASCAR. He works nights. MySpace is the only Web site he goes to. Yep.

(And I'll let George tell the rest. Reprinted with his permission.)

HI MANDY

REMEMBER ME WELL NOW I MOVED OUT OF HOUSE AND I GOT MY FAMILYS INHERITANCE SO I BROUGHT CONDO IN MANHATTAN AND I HAVE GOOTEN BACK WITH FEMALE IN WALLET OK, TY FOR THAT ARTICLE GEORGE