Bah. Move to California. What’s Ohio ever done for you, anyway? 
Moving from central Ohio to LA is rather fun in my experience.
It turns out that at least two persons I worked with were members. One of them still is.
So I can’t discuss the really juicy stuff any more.
I’ve found out there’s a doper here that lives in the town I work in, but I don’t know yet if we might have met.
…but the years are long… I can’t help it, it’s like “shave and a haircut” to a toon!
In a thread, years ago, about rude drivers cutting you off, another Doper described a situation at a McDonalds. Their account of how the drive in and connecting alley were arranged sounded exactly like a nearby McD’s so I contacted them and sure enough they were in my town! So we got together, and have since met again at Dopefests. They moved to another town and married yet a third Doper.
OMG, we’re breeding!
Do they know that you know?
Not quite accidently.
I posted a thread about moving into a new apartment complex, and another doper realized he lived in the same complex. So we met, but we were just too different, we didn’t become pals or hang out.
Come to Atlanta and hang out with me!
I strongly suspect that my freshman roommate is a Doper and that he was when we were living together. If you’re here, Matt: I am still sorry about leaving that soup out. It smelled very bad.
Sweetie, you get me down there and we’ll hang out just as much as you want! 
Last year I saw someone at the Atlanta airport browsing on WiFi and posting on the SDMB. I didn’t see their logged-in name, and since I prefer to be anonymous I didn’t introduce myself. They were male, about 5’10", about 250 pounds with dark hair and a full but close-cut beard and mustache, with glasses.
Not while the evil days come not.
Come to think of it, you can also hum it to the tune of Greensleeves.
No and in fact I’m actually paranoid of this ever happening.
I’m not opposed to RL meeting at all (I’ve been to a dopefest and met another doper apart from that), but I do not want it to happen on accident for some weird reason. I tend to gloss over real life details on the board and gloss over board details in real life. It’s always “a discussion I was having . . . ,” or “a newsgroup I post to,” or “a message board I read.” Never “The Straight Dope.” I know plenty of people who would love it here but I’ve never told any of them about it.
And in case Hostile Dialect reads this thread: I was at ComicCon 2003.
there’s a woman from the SF hardcore puck scene in the early 80’s hat i had to have bumped nto t the time.
Mark Buettner turned me on to one of Cecil’s books 20 ears go, but i’m ure he’s not a poster or he would have figured this oiut already.
alumni of KDVS probably post but no connection yet.
i’ve suspected a few people but they don’t respond to softballs like ‘cecile’ ‘hi opal’ ‘bring pie’ ‘blimps’ burning your dog’ ad nauseum.
That might have been me. Around when were you at the airport?
I’m trying real hard not to run into Qadgop at work…
Then again, at my day job his employer is a client…
On the subject of secret handshakes . . .
If someone is wearing a t-shirt that says “Cite?”, I think that the proper response is, “My post is my cite.”
Well, ya live Noplace Special. Figure it out. 
Hey. He-e-e-ey!! That’s not very nice! :mad:
Oh, wait. It’s true. Carry on then! 