Doonesbury by Garry Trudeau for December 28, 2019

And the twain shall never meet.

On the internet, nobody knows you’re a dog – Peter Steiner in the New Yorker.

What a combination : two old pals searching for virtual friendship .

They deserve each other. “Dancer”?

Whoa. Near miss!

Great plot twist for those of us who never read the originals.

You never know on the internet to whom you are speaking.

Accidental double catfish…

ROAR !!!! lol

It seems Dancer is in the wrong chat room.

I had a feeling it wasn’t a woman he was talking to.This comic is so old, that at the time it was made you could probably (not likely) count the number of actual Women with a computer that had an internet connection in 1993. (It was the final year for me using BBS’es) on two hands. The internet was a big sausage fest in those heady early years, I used to chuckle at the early dating sites and chatrooms, knowing how lopsided the actual male to female ratio was. My rule was simple, ANYBODY can misrepresent themselves, especially in a MMORPG so don’t assume ANYTHING until you meet them IRL. I still go by that rule today 28 years later!

It could be worse! Think, Roland Burton Hedley, III.

Well, there it is. The birth of the ‘catfish’.

If O. Henry had been writing during the internet era.

We don’t see near enough of Mike these days.

LOL

This could have been awkward.

It could’ve been a dog.