They made a slip connection, in a cyberbar somewhere

He said, I didn't mean to irk you,

I was hoping for a chat

She said, "My homepage or yours," and they were ROTFL

They had all-night conversations, many more times after that

He said, "I virtually love you

But sometimes I wish that you could spell

Maybe someday we could meet off-line

Maybe someday you could meet me in RL"

"RL," she said, "I think I might have heard of that before

But my online Rand McNally's incomplete

You see, I live in Chicago," he typed, "Funny so do I"

At the same time, they both typed the words

"What street?"

She typed, "M-A-P-E-L," he typed "M-A-P-L-E

I'm right near 34th street," she typed in caps

"That's right near me!"

He said, "I virtually love you

But sometimes I wish that you could spell

Maybe someday we could meet off-line

Maybe someday you could meet me in RL"

He's noticing the waitress in the coffee shop downstairs

As she writes the breakfast specials on a chalkboard by the door

It's French toast with maple syrup, & he can't believe his eyes

So he jumps up from the table, spills his coffee on the floor

He says, "I know you've never seen me,

But I feel as though we know each other well

And I'm so glad that I found you off line

Maybe it's a good thing you can't spell

Or I never would have found you in RL"