So you open your e-mail, all innocent like, delete the billion or so e-mails that are quite obviously spam, but then every now and then one slips through the cracks.
One from “Erica” with a subject title like “re: meeting up next week?”
One that actually makes you think for a second, ‘hang on, maybe I do know an Erica, and maybe we did talk about meeting up next week?’
One that sucks you into the illusion that you might actually be speaking with a friend.
So you open it, only to find…CAN’T GET IT UP? OUR NEW WONDER MEDICATION WILL FIX ALL YOUR BED-TIME PROBLEMS! GIVE HER EVERYTHING SHE’S EVER DREAMED OF! SHE’LL BE THANKING YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You recoil with a shriek, searching for that elusive damn delete button, until the little over-friendly message from a ‘pal’ has disappeared from sight, leaving you bruised, battered and trying to catch your breath.
‘Erica’ – you suck.