Regarding MySpace

I don't get MySpace. It's this weird, creepy abyss and I don't understand what people actually do there. Anyway, I woke up this morning and got online because I left my cell phone in Hoboken Saturday night and I'm awaiting an email about when I might be able to retrieve it. I had a new message on MySpace. Here are the highlights, unedited even though it's killing me:

id love to chat with u sometime, im looking for a mature older woman,(ive been with older before, so its not like im just looking to "experiment" with an older woman, its a prefrence ;)

HE'S 25 YEARS OLD. I'm 30. Hardly enough of an age gap for some Mrs. Robinson-type role playing. I was telling The Roommate about it this morning, and then we got to talking about how bizarre MySpace is. The Roommate described it as "The Port Authority of the Internet." I will give it one thing, though. It's a much better vehicle for stalking ex-boyfriends than Friendster is. Beyond that, I've found no use for it.