Looks like it's happened again: a chance meeting in a chat room has led to yet another coupling of two people who couldn't find dates in their own countries. He said he was tall and handsome, she said she was a bikini model. When they finally met face-to-face, hey forgave each other for all the lies - not because of some deep spiritual bond that had been established through all the miles of cable ...

... but that both realized it's the best they could do.

It's not the first "Internet Wedding," and it's not the first International Internet Wedding, or the first International British-American Internet Wedding, and it's not the first International Internet British-American Wedding among two people under five-foot-four. They could struggle to find some way to disqualify all the precedents so that they could muster some marketing glimmer that would elevate their relationship above the humdrum truth of two desperate undesirables scrabbling for someone somewhere - anyone anywhere - who'd help them obtain membership in the couples club. But like all the fecopheliacs and foot fetishists out there, they've lost the tawdry allure of novelty and resumed the status of distasteful individuals that nobody wants to hear from anymore.

As if AOL's subscriber base
wasn't providing ample annoyance.

Nobody cares you got married. Nobody cares you met in a chat room. Nobody wants to read the transcript of your first date or watch the ceremony in a three-by-two inch window. And for the love of all that's holy, please don't cybercast the consummation. Nobody cares whether he'll come to America or she'll go to Britain ...

except that each side of the Atlantic hopes it's the other.