Wait, who in the what now?
LA weekly tells a strangely familiar story about a woman who fell in love over the internet. If I skip to the money quote, I think everyone can fill in the details, but it's worth reading the article because the story's well told.

Then Tania tells me that she and her boyfriend Will had been doing some digging. And man, they were intensive. They spent two whole days on the Internet, doing stuff with Google that I didn’t know was possible. They got piles of backup, but the instant she said it, I knew down to my toes that it was true.

There is no Jesse.

There never was a Jesse.

Jesse never existed.

Ever.

What elevates it from a random "MSM discovers internet wackos!" piece is that the hero of this story is Harlan Ellison. This Harlan Ellison.

(I'd link to the wiki for some of his other blockbusters, but it's being robust, and what with JF trying to escape backslashes that don't need escaping, I'm not in the mood for memory fishing.)

ETA: For those commenting on the personality of the narrator, myerlemon has posted this to fandom_wank and dug up some lovely quotes by Josh Olsen, our bard. In short, you are so very right.