There are a lot of things that I’m bad at. I’m bad at swimming, running, using manners; but the one thing that I’m most horrible at is returning e-mails and phone calls. Except when it comes to Ender, of course. I’ve been quasi pen pals with Ender for almost a year now and actually met him in real life yesterday at a local Chinese restaurant named, “Xiao-Li.”

Ender lives in the sometimes-sunny California with his beautiful wife Kim and often visits his family here in Salt Lake City. He’s visited since we’ve been writing to each other, but we never made any time to meet each other because we’re both equally preoccupied with ourselves. Or maybe it was because I had never met a straight person from the Internet before and it scared me more than meeting a total stranger who happened to be gay.

Sure; I’ve met a lot of people from the Internet. If you took a time machine back to the year 2003, you would have found Cole and I actually looking for new, interesting, often sexy people to torture. Did we care if we were in any danger and that the next BTK serial killer would be sending us an instant message? Absolutely, and that’s why it was so exciting.

Ender turned out to not be a serial killer. I was disappointed, because I’ve always wanted to be in the newspaper for something more exciting than a candlelight vigil and a Lego building contest. He did, however, turn out to be a lot more stylish and unique than myself. I’m going to blame Los Angeles and Hollywood for that; and maybe Dr. Laura. She’s really getting on my nerves.

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