Man, man, man…business preview–I’ll have a piece on BV about Roland Fryer next week. There may be a rebuttal from him, but I’ll keep you posted on that.
Anyway, This here Internet is something else. Lots of research has been done on how the Internet decreases the cost of information and how that assists economic growth. That’s actually pretty fascinating–yes, I’m a boring economist at heart–but the most interesting thing about the ‘Net to me is pretty simple. With the Internet, it’s nearly impossible to completely lose touch with someone. The era of losing someone for a decade or so are gone. Between Google and six degrees of separation, you can find nearly anyone on the planet and, just maybe, get directions to that person’s house.
What follows is someone taking that just a bit too far.

This is the text of an e-mail.
Bomani,
Sorry to bother you man but my name is Rasheed. I used to play for CAU’s football team. I am not sure if you know me or not but I had Dr. Nyumba’s class with you. I ran across your picture and email address on the internet and I remembered you used to date this girl named T**** in college. I don’t know her last name but I saw her in Atlanta this past homecoming and was wondering if you had any of her contact info. Email me if you can. Appreciate the help!
Rasheed
Say what?
First, I don’t remember this cat for nothin’. Put a pistol to my head and ask me who Rasheed is, and I’ll tell you he’s the power forward for the Pistons. Cock the hammer and give me one more chance, and I’d tell you to just go ahead and do what you gotta do. I don’t know this cat.
Second, the woman in question wasn’t just someone I dated. It’s someone I was with for three years, one of the people mentioned in my “I S S U E S” post. He’s not just talking about a distant college memory. He’s talking about wifey-past.
He’s also the thirstiest man on earth.
Folks, if you ever have to say, “I am not sure if you know me or not,” chances are that I don’t know you. And if there’s a chance that I don’t know you, and you know that chance is there, there’s no way that I’m about to send you someone’s information, not even someone I wish to never speak to again.
But more than that, how do you ask a stranger to put you down with his ex-girlfriend? For all this nigga knows, she might be my wife now. How would things have gone over then?
“Appreciate the help!” Whatever, pimpin. You shoulda spit your game when you saw her.
However, you never ask a man, a stranger no less, to put you down with his old old lady. Never is that permissible.
Has anyone else ever seen something that exhibits thirst on this same level? Have you ever read something that make you take that sort of double take?
How would you respond to this e-mail? And does this somehow tie into the G-Code?
Talk to me…