[ WP ] On the same day that scientists discover proof of infinite , parallel universes , you receive a package that is addressed to `` Myself ... Sort of . ''

It was n't as big a deal as you'd think. I mean, sure, it was cool finding out that there really are an infinite number of parallel universes, but was n't like we could go to them, or even communicate. It was just a neat piece of trivia. 
 
 Then I got the letter, addressed to `` Myself... sort of''. I tore open the envelope to find the following message: 
 
 > If you send this letter to ten parallel versions of yourself you'll meet the boy of your dreams and live happily ever after. If you do n't by next Tuesday a horrible curse will fall on you! 
 
 Apparently some me, somewhere is an idiot.
