There was this guy I knew in college, Ismael, who was really nice and we always got along well. We weren't that close or anything, but we always really liked each other -- not like that, just as people. We had some things in common, we showed up at the same places, we lived in the same dorm, etc. I hadn't thought about him in years. Until I got this message on MySpace:
Subject: Hey betch Body: Hey,
The last time I saw you I had a penis. My name is Ciomara, but you'll remember me as Ismael. How's life?