You give me the kind of feeling people write Novels about.

It was the night of the 'Burger Dinner and I expected to get drunk and have a few laughs with an older generation of guys and gals. And it was. But to make it a proper 'Burger dinner, it had to include some of the more infamous members of the blogroll.

She parades around under the name of Jennicki, cheeky and funny, lauging with all of the regular faffers of the 'Burger. I'd seen her around and said to myself “Hey, she's pretty cute.” Which she is. I followed her blog for a little bit and admitted to myself that she's a pretty cool character.

So with being such a loyal follower and close friend to the 'Burger King, she was certain to make an appearance at the dinner. 7:30 rolled around which made her to wake up at 4am in the U.S.A. so she could wake up in a good half hour before the meet and greet over Skype.

And thats where it began. Nat called out whether anyone wanted to talk to Jennicki, and I said “sure, she's cute.” I rammed my face into the little camera of Damians Netbook and she saw me in all my rather tipsy glory. I didn't even turn on my charm, because frankly I always thought I'm as charming as a wet herring trying to cut down a tree, and one of her first words was “Oh you're adorable!” She fell for my dimples (that I didn't know knew existed; I just don't smile at myself often enough) and we began to talk. She wanted me to send an email to her. And boy do I not regret it.

Then it just kept going from there. We talked, we laughed, and got to know each other. She told me stories about her, and I told her stories about me. We both write and we wrote stories for each other. By Xmas and New Years, we pretty much announced that we were in a relationship to the 'Burgers by posting funny stuff about over sexing each other throughout Birmos mansion; breaking the coffee table; clogging his kitchen sink; defiling his bedsheets that were gifted to him in his Grandmothers will.

Jens favourite story is when we were first talking together she asked me what I did for work. I told her Private Investigator and she didn't believe me. "Are you really?"
So I sent a text to her phone saying "Yes, I am."
"Did you just? OMG!"

It rolled on and on, weeks after Xmas and through new years. It began to grind on peoples nerves, a few snarky comments were thrown about and eventually we apologised for our lewd behaviour. It was a constant thing, and so we eventually worked our way behind closed doors.

Behind those doors we talked on Skype. It started off simple. She could see me, but I could hear her lovely and cute voice sing across my mums speakers. She was cute, and I made her laugh with my jokes and silly actions such as dancing across the camera and pulling funny faces. She flooded me with compliments, saying I'm so cute and that she loves my dimples. My favourite to this day is she loves the creases in the corner of my eyes when I laugh.

How could I not like her? She had me in a corner, threatening me with her gorgeous laugh, beating me back with hilarious anecdotes regarding her adorable mother, and eventually capturing me with her wonderful character every time we talk over Skype. We chat every chance we get over Skype, waking her up in the morning while I wind down from work, or from when I wake up in the morning when her night is beginning and we just don't stop until late afternoon when she finally decides to go to bed, talking about things of life and generally being silly.

I've made her feel good too, and apparently it shows. Not long after we started talking, people complimented her by mentioning the glow about her and how happy she is. I joked that when I see her, she would wake up absolutely incandescent and she would beam so much that nobody would be safe from her laser beams.

I'll be seeing her in August just after Gencon Indy. I don't want it to be a stop over, I want to stay there for at least a week. It will happen, and I'll probably come back with a tan better than the ones you get at any Queensland beach. And in turn, she's going to come to Brisbane for Xmas 2010 and stay with me, conveniently over the Xmas Holidays. While she may not get showered with gifts while she's over here, I do hope that she will have a good time while she's here.

So we've taken on this relationship by the horns. While it may be a stupid idea to start a long distance relationship, it really doesn't matter. We know the rules of the game and the risk we take by doing this, but we have our ways and we're staying optimistic about it.

I hate stupid comments about it though. The other night, someone decided that she should put her 2 cents in and I didn't appreciate it. Could've been what she said, could just be that I hate being treated like an idiot unless I deserve it, but it ticked me off.

“Medway, don't hold yourself out from everyone. If you find someone else that really wants you who's right here, then you can tell your overseas friend 'Bitch, I got some pussy here now so you can fuck off'.”

I suspect my audience will understand my sentiments towards this. While I know she means well and doesn't want to see me get hurt in the end, it's my business.

One other thing I'm starting to get annoyed at is being mocked. Call me a sook, but some people I know are silly who take any comment and just make stupid comments. I've been hesitant to tell most people about us because of it. I don't want to hear “Matty is talking to a 40 year old man who's using a voice synthesiser to sound like a woman” or asking something like “So is she a nerd too? Does she play your little games?”

I know it's silly of me, and I've apologised to her about it, but it's just the way I am. I can enjoy the harmless little jokes, which encompasses most people I, but certain people just tick me off. One of my crosses to bear, I suppose. And it's always those you HAVE to be around regularly.

I kinda wish I had Jen's sort of confidence. She has told just about everyone about me, and she has been called a Cougar many times over because of it. She even corrected someone to say that she's technically a Puma, to which one fellow retorted with “Actually, you're more of a Jaguar.”

She has told her best friends about me and they gave her the 20 questions, asking me a few questions as well, and apparently I passed their test and I have been approved.

I really like her. She's smart, she's entertaining, she's fun to talk to. She even tries Australianisms, such as trying to pronounce Awesome the same way I do, which ends up with ORSUM. She has always wanted to come to Australia ever since she read a book where the character would always want to escape to Australia.

She has a fairly good basing within Australia too, particularly Brisbane. She has never travelled, but I still remember her story that she met Dirk through her Writing Studies when she was 17 or 18, and they simply haven't stopped talking since. I wonder whether I approve on Dirks Dad-o-meter, as I imagine after knowing her for so long, she would be considered an adopted daughter. From there she began talking with more and more of Dirks friends through the internet, and thus began her connection with Brisbane.

I was similar. I met Kel through War Gaming and he introduced me to his mates and eventually it came full circle to the 'Burger dinner party. I've told the story enough times to have everyone repeat it in unison.

I can't say enough good things about this woman. I can't wait to talk to her when she wakes up in an hour, and to meet her in August. It's too far away, but these things take time.


Also, babe, I just want to point out that I was under no obligation to write this.

And Her retort: My Funny Valentine