The Australian and former Blackbook intern describes her personal style as "semi-employed superhero" and is wearing a vintage bathing suit—she's "obsessed with" them—as a jumpsuit. She "really appreciate[s] details, like if something has embroidery on it, even if it's just a little flower, or a button that's in the shape of a duck."

(We only have a tiny pic! Need scanner!) Oh, wait—here's a bigger photo.

Moberg said he didn't want to tell anyone about their breakup "because I loved the idea of people making their own endings to our unusual story." But Hayton just blabbed to the Austrlian press:

"We dated for a while, but now we're just friends," Ms Hayton says.

"It's really nice that people embraced the story. It is part of my life now."

She says she dated Mr Moberg for about two months, but it didn't work out.

"The situation was so intense that we bonded in a way that you could mistake for being more romantic than it was. But I wanted to give it a go, so I wouldn't later wonder, 'What if, what if?'."

So the relationship lasted all of two months. Maybe both people got something nice out of the experience: Moberg said he wrote a "little" illustrated book about the saga and Hayton perhaps has a gimmick for getting an audition for certain acting gigs. She landed a small role on As The World Turns and was an extra on Sex And The City!

But who dumped who? And what, exactly, went wrong? Here's a clue, from the Australian newspaper story:

"We see each other now and then and we email quite a bit - I guess that's his forte," Ms Hayton says.

Zing! Communication problems, perhaps? Yes, probably. And a lesson: If you can't introduce yourself before a crush walks out of your life forever, maybe it's best to let that person actually be out of your life forever.

Alternate lesson: It never hurts to try, even if you have to use the internet and/or embarrass yourself and so forth. You might have a fun experience!

[Herald Sun, Patrick Moberg]

"I was [a diner] last night [in the East Village], and this new waitress came up. She told us it was her first day, and she had an Australian accent, high waisted corduroys, and daisies in her hair (which was pinned up in two Austrian braids a la Lauren Conrad). My friend was like, "That girl is SO cute," and I was like, 'I think it's the Subway Girl!'"

So I asked her and she turned all red and said, "Oh, that was SUCH a long time ago."

Then the waitress next to her was like, "What do you mean, The Subway Girl," and [Camille] gave her a look like, "Ask me about it and die."

Alas, I didn't have the guts to ask if she was still with the cloying guy - you know what my mom says, "Don't fuck with the chef" - and I think that applies to the waitress too.

[Moberg and Camille's] first meeting was awkward. And why not? It was set up by Good Morning America. Like the rest of the media, GMA saw a great love story and pounced. But being sucked into a media maelstrom isn't necessarily conducive to a nascent love affair. "There was a lot of uncertainty on how to act around each other," Patrick said. And in the back of Camille's mind, a nagging thought: Who is this guy? The media circus eventually moved on, giving the two a chance to talk without a microphone present.

Everything I found out about her was another wonderful thing," says Patrick. She was smart, funny and a big personality, a nice fit for this shy guy. "And," he continues quietly, "we've been hanging out together every day since.

Other "touching stories of love" include writer Calvin Trillin's greeting his wife at the airport with a brass band in 1972, and a dude who colluded with the Sunday Boston Globe to work a marriage proposal into the crossword puzzle.

[Reader's Digest]