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If you have even an <em>ounce</em> of hopeful romanticism in your DNA, then please pass this on via facebook or twitter or email or whatever social media outlet floats your boat.  Because it's Spring!  And love is in the air!

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Think of this as a virtual message in a cyber-bottle.  The old-fashioned message in a bottle seems ridiculously impossible, but people have tried it for centuries.  <strong><a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/lifeandstyle/2010/aug/14/karen-liebreich-letter-in-a-bottle" target="_blank">It's even worked!</a></strong>  (And I'm not referring to a Nicholas Sparks novel although....sigh....Does that man know the heart of a woman or what?!)

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Since it's Spring, and since love is in the air, my virtual message is aimed towards a Handsome Stranger.  Who knows if he's Mr. Right, Mr. Wrong or Mr. Unavailable?  What I do know is that he's Mr. Intriguing, and I am not a hope<em>less</em> romantic but a hope<em>ful</em> romantic which means . . . .

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I believe anything is possible.  With a little help from my friends.  (Cue Ringo here.)

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And kooky, hair-brained quests on the Interwebs are fun and often life-changing.

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If <a href="http://http://oneredpaperclip.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><strong>Mr. Red Paperclip Guy</strong> </a>could harness the power of Internet peeps to barter his way from a paperclip to a house, then why can't I ask you lovely ladies and 3 token gents to help me find a gorgeous bloke in London?

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Will you please ripple the cyber-waters and move my virtual message along?  I've made it easy for you:  See the facebook, twitter, pinterest and email icons at the bottom of this post?  Pssst!  Pass it on!  :-)

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Oh!  And how could I forget!  You're probably wondering, "What does he look like???"

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Tall, dark, and handsome.

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Seriously, 6 foot 2"-ish, full head of dark hair, and piercing blue eyes.  (See?  I wasn't exaggerating.)  Age?  I would guess early 40s.

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Here's what I posted the other night on WeMetOnaPlane.com:

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If you'd like to know the<em> rest</em> of the story -- i.e, the juicy details -- keep reading.

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Oh!  And THANK YOU!

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It all started in January.  I was flying into Geneva, Switzerland with a tight 60 minute layover at London Heathrow.

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Always up for a challenge, I booked this too-good-to-be-true flight with fingers crossed.  If I could cut my travel time by 4-6 hours, then bring it!  Worse case scenario:  I miss my connection, drink pots of PG Tips to stay awake after my red-eye, and shop at Harrod's.

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Fast forward to January 28, 2012.  British Airways was a tad tardy.  Updated layover time:  50 minutes.  At one of the busiest airports in the world.

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Have you heard of the website <strong><a href="http://wemetonaplane.com/" target="_blank">WeMetOnAPlane.com</a></strong>?

we live in an age when

red paper clip?

a drugged up kid and

uncle keek?

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http://www.amazon.co.uk/Letter-Bottle-Mothers-Story/dp/1843544202