The first time I went to London, I stayed with the family of a poster I'd known for three years via a message board -- and later, Facebook, E-mails, Skype, as well as an extensive network of mutual online friends -- and we'd gotten to be quite good friends, both of us priding ourselves on our ability to assess other people's characters. I flew in, he picked me up at the airport, we shook hands, and I stayed at his home -- in his bed, no less (he took the upstairs couch) -- for 7 days. I strongly feel that any role luck played in the success of this scenario was very, very minimal.
If you use your head, with the way the world is today, these things aren't nearly as crazy as they would have been 10 years ago.
But, hey.
Also, I also love this thread.
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