Last month Charity Case blogger Scott Indrisek asked for relationship help from our readers/commenters. One of those readers, Georgia Hardstark, left him some good advice -- and the two started corresponding.

Friendly e-mails led to an actual long-distance courtship, and soon the pair will have a chance to meet in person. But first, we asked them to tell us about their transcontinental affair. Did Lemondrop make a real-life love connection?

At what point in time, I wonder, did I become the sort of person willing to fly 3,000 miles to meet a perfect stranger? Georgia Hardstark -- her real name, amazingly -- and I met thanks to Lemondrop. Georgia offered some advice to my Charity Case query, then found me on the interwebs.

The rest, as they say, is (fairly weird) history. We spent a few days sending each other elaborate, bullet-pointed e-mails; moved on to instant messenger; eventually, and somewhat timidly, made that virgin phone call. Perhaps the weirdest part was how it didn't feel weird at all -- as if it's totally normal that technology should put two people in touch, from New York to Los Angeles, and that those two people should then decide to spend a long weekend together. Insane? Perhaps. Awesome? Definitely.

Here are a few things I know about Miss Hardstark: She's a Monday night dodgeball player. She has a drum kit next to her bed. She enjoys Jameson Whiskey and beer, but is also prone to inventing bizarre cocktails using ingredients from McDonald's. She has a cat named Elvis, lives in a part of Los Angeles known for its violent crime rate, and smiles in a way that suggests she's considering doing something mischievous, if not downright illegal.

As for Things I Don't Know About Georgia, that list is much longer. We'll be reporting back on Lemondrop after we meet in person; I fly out this Thursday. Fingers crossed -- here's to hoping that this is one spontaneous decision whose sheer craziness pays off.

Click here to read Georgia's side of the story.

Here's what Georgia has to say about getting to know Scott.

Why did I write to Lemondrop's Charity Case boy Scott? He is one good-looking guy. Of course I am now totally enamored with his brilliant brain and smitten by his wit and playful personality ... but initially, I saw the photo of him on Lemondrop and thought, "Want!"

So if we're going to give credit where credit's due: If it hadn't been for his excellent genetic make-up, I wouldn't be writing this.

But now we've shared a few dozen e-mails, a handful of phone calls that have gone well despite the fact that we both claim to suck on the phone, and flirty texts that cause my heart to flutter and leave me smiling for hours. What I don't know about Scott could fill a book, but what I do know has drawn me to him enough to make this whole situation feel perfectly natural.

I have no idea what Scott's face looks like when he laughs, or how far up I'm going to have to tilt my head to look him in the eye. I do know that the East Coast way he says "awesome" makes my West Coast knees a little weak, but I have no idea if he uses his hands elaborately when he talks about something he's passionate about. I'm looking forward to conspiratorial conversations in dark bars over strong drinks so I can finally find out.

Think good thoughts for Scott and Georgia and check back soon -- we'll post details of their first date.