Omegle - The bottom of the Internet

So I figure it's time to put this on my Blog. It's something I wrote shortly after my other pieces that can be found below.

So in March 2010 when I was getting drunk with my friend/housemate every night ($3-5 bottles of Red, most nights it was 2 bottles each would get us fairly gone) we found something in our drunken state - omegle.com, I'm sure a lot of you know what this is, but for those that don't; in a nutshell you get hooked up with a complete stranger anywhere in the world via video chat.

I've never seen so much penis in my life, we thought it was hilarious, video stream after video stream lasted 1 second as you saw something you really wished you had not seen, but for whatever reason - you keep clicking. I'm sure a lot of you know how bad this site is and chatroulette I'm told is worse, but man I have no idea why I didn't close this site down instantly, it is the absolute pit of the internet. If you picture the internet as a ladder system; then omegle.com is right at the bottom. It is the hell of the internet.

My housemate decides to go to bed and I give it a few more clicks before a female appears on the screen, we start chatting. She's an Indian girl and looks gorgeous, but of course that doesn't really matter because it's not like you can hook up over omegle.com, I ask her where she is from - "Australia" she responds.
Me: O cool, I'm in QLD, you?
Her: Me too!
Me: O ok, I'm on the northside, in Boondall
Her: ?? I'm 2 suburbs over, 10 minutes away.

What was going on? Not only was she not male, not masturbating, she lived down the road from me. What were the odds? Seriously what were the odds, and even more remotely - we were getting along. Turns out she had just turned 18 and I'm a few months away from being 26, it doesn't seem to phase her though.

Before not too long I was really really tired and had work the next day, it felt like moments had passed but we had been chatting for over 2 hours. I didn't want to stop talking to this girl, when I closed the browser she would be gone, at the risk of sounding like a freak who just wanted a random hookup I explained to her that I was tired and asked for her number, she agreed and gave me her number, I quickly sent her a quick SMS to give her mine back and went to bed.

I remember laying in bed thinking about how crazy it was that I just gave a girl from Omegle my number, the next few days we text a little and I ask her if she would like to go see a movie and meet up, she agrees and we head to Chermside cinema. I got there just on time and I ring her to see where she is, I see this small Indian girl, long black hair with a cute dress approaching me with her mobile - the whitest teeth with the biggest smile she could produce, she says Hello and I say hello back, then she did something I wasn't expecting, she latched onto my hand with hers with a firm grasp - she wasn't going to let go.

We were early for the movie she wanted to see so we went down to the pub below for a chat before hand, she never let go of me the entire time as we talked, I couldn't believe I was with this gorgeous girl.. she was A LOT younger then me but there felt like there was no age gap at all, I explained in person about my situation with my house and that I owned it with my ex and it didn't phase her. We went up and watched the movie.

I want you to imagine the worst chick flick you have EVER had to see - double it. This movie F*&king SUCKED, I can't even remember it's name, it was bad. And we watched the entire thing. Worst movie ever - but the company was great.

The movie was over and I had offered her a lift home but the thing was I had a company car at the time and that particular weekend I was stuck with the work van, this thing looked like serious serial killer status. So I explained to her my situation, a nervous laugh breaks out. I can't blame the poor girl, she gets in and we start driving, this thing is a beast, it revs like crazy and feels every bump in the road. She explains to me she doesn't want to go home yet and wants to hang out with me, so we go through the new Clem 7 tunnel which was free at the time and just go for a drive. We start to laugh at how bad the car is and decide to go through maccas drive through in it - we get a soft serve cone.
We agree to go back to my house, by the time we got there it was fairly late, I give her the tour of the house and introduce her to my housemates cat and I drive her home, she leaves still smiling - I think I make a good impression.

The next day I ring her and ask if she would like to go down to the Gold Coast with me sometime, she agrees and we go on Sunday. We make conversation for the entire drive and there's never an awkward moment, the weather is perfect and the beach is amazing, we lay on the sand for a while talking and eventually go to a local cafe to get something to eat. We go for a walk, she still has my hand and we eventually kiss, not bad! We have a talk and decide to start "Seeing each other" ... but, theres a catch.

So shes Indian and born in Australia.. but her parents aren't, they are fairly traditional. Her family knows about me but has decided that I can't date her for 2 reasons.
- I'm not Indian
- I'm too old

But she explains to me that she has feelings for me and she still wants to try, maybe her parents will come around.

In hindsight... I should of called it quits then, but for whatever reason I didn't and kept persuing it, I agreed to see where this journey would take us.

So I'm now dating a hot 18 year old Indian girl whose parents don't approve. Sounds good.

It's also important to note that this point in time was 4 months after I broke my arm and my arm was still useless, it was pretty much a dead weight attached to me that got in the way, driving that van I was talking about earlier was not easy for me.

So we go on our 3rd meet - I agree to go bowling with her, because I love bowling. So we rock up to the bowling centre and we purchase 2 games, I put on the shoes and go up to the lane. It only then dawns on me... You F*&king idiot, You can't bowl. You can't lift the balls... it's a disaster, I start freaking out. I tell her I can't and that the ball is too heavy, she laughs it off and I use the kiddie ramp things that make the ball go down. That was embarrassing, I couldn't be happier to get out of there as quickly as possible, we went back to my place and watched a movie after and I took her home.

From then on in - it was everything you would expect from a new relationship, constant phone calls, constant texts, the "lovey dovey stage" if you will.

We have many many great times together, we go to a few parties, we have a few weekends away, football games, she comes and watches me play indoor soccer, we become comfortable.

Fast forward to 2011 - I get the news about the police force - its a dead end, she tries to cheer me up but no words really make me feel better, then I found out about Western Australia and I tell her about what I'm thinking of doing.

She appears flustered, stunned, her brain switches on and eventually spits out some words - "That's really good ... and really bad".

She was hurting, but eventually she tells me that if I want this bad enough that I should give it a go. I do want it bad, I want it really bad, I buy a plane ticket to Perth in July to go give it a look and see. I watch Celtic play the Perth Glory, I go visit the academy. I don't get goosebumps very often but as I walked up to the big monolith sign that said "WA Police Academy" chills ran down my spine and every hair stood up on my body. I knew at that second I had to try it.

So I went home and let her know, we agreed that long distance would just be way too hard and she couldn't come with me because she still lived with her parents who didn't approve of me anyway.

We spent the next few months with each other as much as we could. The last few days with her were incredible, we had an amazing dinner date that I will never forget, she watched me as we held hands, tears flowing down her eyes, happy tears and sad tears all at the same time.

She spent the last day with me, we had lunch together at our favourite takeaway - Nandos and then a cafe dinner near the airport, she drove me to the airport and stayed with me right till I boarded the plane, tears streaming from her face - they were sad tears this time. I didn't cry, I gave her a hug and smiled at her as I left through the gate. I took my seat on the flight and tears rolled down my face, lucky she never saw it.