Australian Dream.

Marty and the picture.

Well, I was back in France, sad to have left that country I love so much, missing the wide streches of red land and the sweet kangaroos we used to feed,and ,most of all,the friends we met there.
Happily and surprising I got an e-mail from Bo's. You had started sending e-mails in reply to my requests...Dan had told me though that he could not send mails from that computer. Knowing thanks to Elisabeth you had degrees in computers, I thought you had found the way.
Well, I must say Dan does not want to be bothered by listeners,even if he can be nice. He sent me a mail I got in Cairns, saying he was sorry he could not play my last request before my leaving Bo's on my last day. Pierre was too tired to stay any longer.
Then, we started our game of chatting together during the parties you were entertaining.
Dan did not care to be under the webcam eye,but not you. You kept away from it and the only glimpse I could have of you was of your beautiful hands and your straight and thin nose.Aristocratic ones,I would say!
One day, a funny idea crossed my mind: I tried to catch a picture of you if you ever happened to be seen in full. A hell of a job! I gave up!
Something told me to check into my in-box. I had an e-mail with something attached to it. I opened it and it was a beautiful picture of you.Stunned I was all of a sudden;
I had had the feeling before of us being very close to each other. I was thinking of a song and you would play it! Some kind of telepathy working between you and me.
I have framed this one as a picture of Dan,Laure and me taken while at Bo's.
Your picture stands on the left of the computer and Dan's on the right.
Long months of chatting ahead of us,but not easy to communicate though. My computer was very slow and not powerful enough for that little game. It had more than a bug I can tell!
I had to go on the site of Bo's, start the media player rolling as the webcam on the dance floor. That way, I could watch my two DJs and listened to the music. Meanwhile, I was playing cards on the computer.
But I had to guess when a mail was on its way to rush into the in-box and reply back on Bo's.
This could take me ages and induce a bug to the computer. But it made me so happy to get to know you that way. You told me about your tastes in literature,music,your family,even your ex-girlfriends...But the naughty you like sports over all, and I would soon know what it was going to mean for me.

Marty and sports.

The French Open was on its way. A big event I never miss. I can watch tennis matches for hours getting thrilled. And you are a fan of tennis too.
As the French Open was not broadcasted in Alice Springs, you were eager to get the scores of the games and I started my rushing back and forth from the computer to the TV set.
I kept reporting to you what was happening missing a few actions in the mean time, but I was doing it for the love of you. You seemed so happy by it!
Then followed the World Cup of football. I guess you did not have much sleep these days!
Pierre missed but one match during the whole event. You had a TV set in your console and were watching the matches too. You kept sending me your comments on the different actions occuring
during these days, aand well nights for you.
You watched the first match as working at Bo's and you stayed up there watching the second,still sending your comments. You had to wake up at 4 a.m to watch the third.
The only trouble was that I did not have your personal e-mail address: all mails were sent from the Bojangles.
I had sent you a CD as well as one to Dan before leaving France for Australia. I had to direct them to Bo's. You were on the bad mood of yours at that time and not answering me when I wanted to know if you had got it. I phoned you to know and you said you did not have time to listen to it yet.
We went to spend a few days in Paris with Laure. One evening we were watching a football match and Laure's computer was still on. I don't know why for usually I was not expecting anything from you as you were home by that time of the day.
During half-time I went to switch off the comput. Oh,surprise!
"Are you watching?"
It was you asking. I replied but most of all by then I had your personal e-mail address.
We were watching the matches as if you were in the room, thanks to the magic of technology.
It was very tiring for me rushing that way, typing in a hurry. But, well we were so happy that way!!!
The Tour de France followed the World Cup and you were a fan too.
We carried on with the game of mails. You could watch it during the parties on the TV set at your console.
It was a wonder to me how you could watch these sports events, send your comments and at the same timee entertain the parties, taking requests on your computeer or the phone, dedicating the songs,talking to the people at Bo's often surrounded by beautiful girls ready to attract your attention to them.
I was feeling so unique, thinking if the world could know...Bo's parties are broadcasted all over the world and requests come from all parts of it.
My life had been totally changed. I was spending hours on the web with you till I saw you put your backbag on and bagged off.
I would not read my Time Magazine anymore. Anymore sunbathing on my balcony.
I could not help telling everyone about you and me. My husband started to be jealous as my daughter. You even told me once you would not like to deprive my loved ones of my company.
Well you were, but I did not want to tell for fear you would put a brake to the relationship.
Life was made easier for me as my friend Daniel gave me an old computer of his ,Windows XP.
Quickier for me to go from the site of Bo's to my in-box and back.Less bugs too!
As time was passing by and the sports events were over, we became more and more personal in our chats. Ups and downs ahead of me....