Alison in Glendale, CA, signed up for a dating site.  She used my address.  Now, this strikes me as pretty dumb.  How is she supposed to get dates if they can’t contact her?  It’s like filling out your publisher’s clearinghouse contest with someone else’s address, or opening a bank account with a fake social security number.  Of course, now that I’ve changed her profile to show she’s a fat, vegan Jain with children living at home with her, she might not want those e-mails after all. . .