Wendy

Wendy is awesome. She is the awesomest girl in the world. Ok, at least she is for me. She's also my biggest fan. Hello, Wendy!
I was completely in love with Wendy.
Was?
Yes, was, I still think she's amazing and we are the best of friends, but things have moved in quite strange ways, as you'll see.
Wendy was an airtagger, I met her on dodamage.de and we became instant online friends. We use to stay awake for hours talking about nothing much and about everything at the same time. By the time mecenas handed out our blips and lenses we had known each other for two years and then it happened.
Once night she came online (we didn't use that much the IM on the lenses, it was still kind of buggy) and told me she had seen the most awesome ("the awesomest?" I asked, "the most awesome, there's not such word as awesomest, Jay," she said) airtag she had ever seen and she began telling me all about it. Apparently somebody had tagged this mansion with a short story about the people who lived there, a kind of artsy pseudo-political stuff in which he bashed those with money.
I stopped listening, I knew everything about the tag already.
"Wendy, where did you said you lived?"
She told me, and I became aware that in over two years we had never talked about where we actually lived.
"Wendy," I said. "I wrote that tag, that's two blocks away from my apartment."


See, knowing that we lived so close should have made things easier, it didn't.
One of the best things about airtagging was the fact that it was so anonymous. None of us knew what the others looked like in real life or where we lived. Imagine the rush of talking to strangers in a bar, but doing it with the same stranger for two years. That was my relationship with Wendy. When we realized we were almost neighbours, things got kind of tense for a while. It wasn't fair, you know? We had been so close that we were really afraid of meeting each other. Maybe she was that stupid girl on the library whose phone always went off, maybe I was the prick that ran around playing the DS on his Segway.


Crap, having your dreams come true is usually messy.